Fractured Fear Poem by Lauren Miller

Tripping on the edge of fallen disgrace
Stumbling attractivley on a thousand sheets
I imagine it would be quite awkward
If I were to tell you I think that you're perfect for me

Bitter taste in my mouth by dirty things unsaid
no not the ones of sprawling on your bed
But instead tarnished words from a broken soul
Things like

You're perfection at it's best
I have no chance of laying this crush to rest
Few have every gained my respect
Your lucky name I'd wear on my chest
And simply proclaim to the world that you're mine

Could you see the shine in my face if I were to say
All those unmentionable things?
Terrified of what you might think
Poor girl, sad girl, not worthy of this
I'm practically torn at the seems
From lack of attention from you towards me

I'm going to keep salty words on my tounge
And find another until my time is done
Because rejection can leave wounds for years
Quite a big fear
and I'm not scared of anything.