I often regret speaking
as soon as the words leave my mouth
i wish them back
want to pull them back,
I have a desperate need to be loved
Wanted, it’s classic and cliche and yet
there it is
trailing after me,
a sad, wilted shadow,
straining for sunlight
waiting to grow and stretch and bask
in golden warmth
but i shy away from it
find that I love when shadow
merges with shadow
creating perpetual darkness
it is when i am here that i am most afraid