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I'm embarrassed to admit I miss you.
I'm embarrassed to admit I love you.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I see your face in people everywhere.
I'm embarrassed to admit I'd gamble my life on the ability to grow up with you.
I'm embarrassed to admit I'll never be the right lover.
I'm embarrassed to admit I need you.
My insecurities are mine, you try to heal but do not feel the insecurities that I conceal, I store them deep within myself, inside a jar upon a shelf, wear a smile braced like a Sheild, protect yourself, fight not too feel.

But you have broke me, mind and soul, kiss the imperfect make me whole, and in return I'll let you see, her who I so wish to be, I'll let you love what I cannot, for you are what I've always sought, perfection in its place a man, with loving eyes and gentle hands.
You are embarrassed every time you see me.
I can tell by the way you close your eyes , like you're trying to un-see me.
You turn your face away as if I'm a disease.

Why are you embarrassed?
Are you embarrassed of me?
Do you wish you had never met me?
Wish that I was never a part of your life?

Or are you embarrassed for how you treated me?
Leaving me the way you did.
Taking away my only source of happiness
And being blamed by everyone for it.

Are you embarrassed by the way I acted when you left me?
How pitiful I was,
Broken, emotional, a wreck.

Or are you embarrassed by the way you acted?
Pretending you still cared,
Saying you still loved me but you loved him too.

I know you are embarrassed,
But what for?
I sing to the moon
Hoping that you hear me
Like a wolf without a pack
You invade my thoughts
Live in my dreams
So I'm cracked up on caffeine
Trying not to sleep
Since I can't stand to see you, unless its real.
You're my insomnia
*Keeping me awake at night
I hope she reads these. Even if it's irrelevant.
 Jan 2017 Mrs Mortician
Alex Vice
When I'm tired and I close my eyes,
Is when i really wake up...
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