Desperate

Dressed in your favorite color,

My hair in waves like you prefer,

My nails a soft pink matching my lips-

Is this enough for you to call me your girl?

My eyes are dazzling, hardly a trace

Of the tears I cried an hour before-

I know you hate to deal with my sadness,

Yet I was afraid you would leave me for the world. 

I cannot help the fact-I know it’s a fact-

That I may come on a tad too strong;

But I do not know what else can keep me yours-

Tell me, am I doing something wrong?

If not, why do you never stay at my side

Or call me yours in front of your friends-

Are you ashamed you and I became us?

I don’t want a broken heart to mend

If you leave me to cry myself asleep,

Hold out my hand to an empty side;

I thought everything was going well,

Yet you still don’t want to be called mine.

I know I am pushy and won’t let you breathe,

But why should I when my doubts cause a fit

And you storm out the room blaming me-

It was not until I met you I became this desperate.