My heart is on my hand,

as it always is

You did not want to be held down

The distance I worked on

to give you space

I wrote, and wrote, and wrote

you all of these letters and poems

Accepting happily, you bragged about my

true feelings

Sneaking there and over there

I prayed not to get caught

Oh how I boasted of your

flamboyance and how you thrive being social

Hell passed through and it

knocked me down, swallowing me at the forefront

Ceasing to enage me, notice me, speak to me

you broke me with your absence

What was it you told me, again?

"It's better if I stay away from you,

I'm sorry."

No, please Lord, don't

You were, and you are the sunshine

piercing through my dark, lonely, corrupt, life

A week passes by of sad looks toward me,

and walking the other direction from me

You hate me now

"Get over it", is what they whisper to me

Never, even after all of this, I still desire

for you to take my hand and love me once again

But instead you ignored me, you mislead me

And what I want to know is, how could you?