Deny Not My Being

Because I want you so desperately
When frustrated, I can completely let go of you
Blow you a kiss; and ride away like the wind,
Too wounded to stick around longer, for any dregs
You might be handing out my way.

For being considered an object of ridicule, or worse, pity
Frightens me much more, than just the thought
Of perhaps not being loved back.
The one may negate the worth, of any love that I could bestow;
But the other, the very existence, on which I depend.

coax1965
I can relate to what you are saying in this poem. I like the way you have expressed the painful experience of being denied the relationship that you want so much. This is very much the dark side of love.

Pendemic
True emotion caught in the spotlight with your words. Your phrasing is impeccable. Great write.

Priyanka Bhowmick
"For being considered an object of ridicule, or worse, pity Frightens me much more, than just the thought Of perhaps not being loved back." loved it!!