Doomed

My lips were doomed into your hands,

no one understands:

how much I cared about you care,

how I dared about all dare.

How much I missed you missing me,

how I kissed without kissing.

How much I forgot the unforgotten,

how I thought the unthinkable.

Can I be who I want?

I don't only want to be who I can be.

And being is so unfair

when loneliness is the left thing to share.

I thought I was prepared

but now I think this is not complete.

Do you admit?

Leaving me naked in myself

with no one else

besides me.