im such an imbecile,
i made you my rainbow,
i see you waiting for me at the aisles,
i thought together- a flower can grow,im so shameless,
to wish you so much,
to think you can appreciate my dress,
and expecting you to catch,im a horse- totally blind,
im not your kind,
yet i expect so high,
and ended up always with a cry,if only i could stop this by now,
if only i can not be so low,
but you're way too intense,
you're way too much,piercings of insecurities,
dugs deep down my ego,
stabs of rejections,
gave a scar to my perseverance,there you go watching her,
while i am striving to swim,
i cant swim,
but i need to save you.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoetryA grammatically blemished metaphorical poetry, prose, harangue and statement- composed around late 2018 till early 2019-for the writer's regrets.