Like a petulant child
I become sullen
When your attention is no longer mine;
When you must displace me,
However temporarily, in your mind.
I don't want to be this way,
No more than I want you to see me like this.
But your life goes on.
I stand with empty arms
And a heart that swells
And threatens to overflow
With the depth of my emotion.
You can only see those things I choose to reveal.
Yet so much must remain hidden
So that I might not add to my shame
By proclaiming what I truly want you to know.
Yet deep inside I fear you already know.
You choose to overlook it
in order to maintain your balance.
Yet I linger on.
Tiny shards of glass,
pierce me to the core.
And heated irons stoke
awaiting a suitable time to brand me,
lost.
I wanted only to bring you
a new dawn;
fleeting pleasure;
a balm for your jaded spirit;
and to receive the same
from you.
But in my search for brief respite,
I found a need hidden deep within me;
for love.
