It's funny how
I prayed and hoped
you'd want me.
I spent night after night,
week after week,
tossing and turning,
dreaming of this chance.
I feared missing you.
I beat myself up thinking
I wasn't good enough for you.
I cried for you.
And the joke,
here you are before me,
and I can't help but to look away.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
