Alone I am.
Like a ghost I am.
When I get close I am pushed away
As if I am but a stray.
At night alone I lay
Waiting for another day
Waiting to be loved
But all I get is shoved.
Why must I be so dependant on love?
We all are said to want our space.
But yet I only grave your grace.
I can't help it.
I am what I am petty and weak.
I say strong words,
But my inner being is bleak.
I care so much for you.
I'd give my life and soul for you.
You want your space.
I want love.
Why must I be so petty like a scavenging dove?
Please forgive my actions.
I have never been shown true love.
And when it seems I have;
It gets ripped away.
My heart is torn out and tossed away.
I have been abused and cheated on,
And I have cried myself to sleep many nights;
Wondering why my life is here.
I don't want to loose you.
We are much alike, but you have a love.
Two in fact and one hates me with a passion.
She stares at me as if trying to burn a hole in me.
She is jealous of this petty man.
But I must say I am jealous of her as well.
I mean she is shown more love than I.
At times it wants to make me die.
Please forgive how I speak.
For how I feel is merely alone and weak.