Shameful

And I shall pluck every strand

There ever was off of my head.

Inconsolable as I sway,

Like a mad-woman.

Eyes and head bowed in shame,

Hands hiding those full, clear drops.

As you speak these things,

These things that I don’t want to hear,

Don’t want you to say, or feel.

I just long to hear your thumping heartbeat again,

As you stroke my head and whisper blushing words in my ear.

These words…these words that I thought were truth.

Because you are and have been all that I ever wanted.