The shame

How could I give my self to you,

and not feel ashamed over what we did?

Being enclosed in your arms,

and not feel that it was wrong?

Snuggle close to you,

and not feel that I lost you?

Cos only in our physical separation could I feel truly close.

I thought I could deceive destiny,

and still look you into your eyes with pride,

- so wrong.

And for every kiss,

every embrace,

did I lose you,

and lose myself in you.

I wasn’t made for this,

this isn’t in my nature.

I miss the knowledge,

the knowledge of my own insignificance.

And I seek it so desperately.

And the shame is burning inside of me,

as an angry flame does it burn my soul.

And I can only beg for mercy,

and release you from my life.