You should of loved me
Like a crazed hungry wolve loves the night.
You should of held me
Like a mother holds her child
Protecting and nurturing in her light.
You could of shown me
The murmurings of your heart,
But instead you shot me down
With the deadliest of darts.
Thought provoking
Loneliness is an ownership,
I have learnt it is of my own creation.
Something past reasoning hauntingly
Reminds me I need to be more.
Yet my silence becomes muffled by the din
Of my beating heart.