shameless.

My friend told me today

that my long hair makes me look a lot younger than I am.

I find myself telling myself that I am not doing it on purpose

but in my quiet moments I can't lie.

I am shameless

reverting back to a place where you found me the most beautiful woman alive,

Half heartedly begging you to notice how hard I am trying

the other half praying that you won't ever come back.

My head is just about ready to give in with the thoughts that keep me up at night.

Does he love me the same way I love him?

I know you couldn't possibly feel the same as I do.

I am shameless.

Hoping that my wants will be enough to turn your face back to my direction

holding on for something I lost grip of longer ago than I care to say.