Sometimes..
When I hear the comments.
The compliments.
The sentiments..
My heart persists
in growing cold.
I draw inside myself
and coat my hopes
With biting words;
colorless fantasies.
The scenarios play.
The ones that leave me crippled.
Empty.
Emptier.
Alone and shaking.
Isolated and faithless.
They all suggest that I suppress
my love, my worthless love
to give you something better.
Someone better.
Because when others see such enduring beauty..
I feel ashamed.
When I hear the comments.
The compliments.
The sentiments..
My heart persists
in growing cold.
I draw inside myself
and coat my hopes
With biting words;
colorless fantasies.
The scenarios play.
The ones that leave me crippled.
Empty.
Emptier.
Alone and shaking.
Isolated and faithless.
They all suggest that I suppress
my love, my worthless love
to give you something better.
Someone better.
Because when others see such enduring beauty..
I feel ashamed.
