Lesbian Poetry

The Rose

In your presence my vulnerable temperament was never more exposed, or was it merely unrequited lust?
I used to love the way your laughter entered my heart like an electric pulse and pulled at the corners of my mouth infecting them with the softness of your spirit, forcing them reluctantly to submit to you and the atmosphere of happiness you invoked from the spirits of life so easily and without hesitation.
Why could I not tell you how I felt? It was as if I wanted you to tell me what I desired from you, because I am not blessed with the ability to describe the reality of my true emotions clearly. Now every day is not a new adventure, I live every new day in the past, dreaming of what should have been, and with who I should have been with - you. Anxiety and insecurity prevented me from knowing true happiness, now regret prevents me from knowing anything other pure lament and torture.
Is there a way to overcome this without destroying this shell that I inhabit?
Take me from this empty plain of reality, relay to me my own past and current desires.. Couldn't you see what was written in this seemingly expression less face? Do you know how much I needed you to read my mind? If I had told you how I felt all those years ago would it have mattered? Or would my heart still have become as pitiful and undesirable as a sole red rose bought and never delivered, left withered alone and forgotten in its wrapping?
I was in unfamiliar territory and needed your guidance ... but now, because of me, you'll never know...

This is the first time I have ever posted anything so if you can offer any constructive criticism, or compliments... go ahead. My email address is: stringer_jen@hotmail.com