Painted

A poem about feelings of despair, longing, attachment and hesitance

Ladies Unite and Weep


he could not understand why I left
I told him that Mondays are always bitter
and jaded

but he just sat there in pain
cried on my shoulder and held me tight

my heart felt prickly
and I knew that night was approaching
he would leave again although he wanted to stay

I ached for him
I longed for him
I wanted him to blossom and speak up
rather than just feel

I had no control but I felt
Overwhelmed
Open
Lost
Candid
Close

...and Painted