The Song of The Shameless

Was in my veins,
Running in every ounce of blood that flowed through me.
The habit of his presence.
The aroma of his smile,
Thoughts of him became essence,
Of the clouds that had been hovering over me.

The shadows which now haunt,
The random awkwardness which now does not seem to stop.
Shameless, as they tagged me.
No self esteem as they judged me.
Unaware of what I lost.
Unaware of what I wanted,
Leaving every inhibitions, I pleaded.
I pleaded to get my blood, my beat, my warmth back.

But alas, was my fate.
"Am I mentally sane?" I wondered.
Facing a thousand, unwanted and cold gestures.
I stood standing there.
Still waiting for him be the man I had been with.
To have a deja vu.
Which I had once been in.

Now I stay already torn,
Still lying naked of self esteem and ego.
On one hand still wanting my past to have a hangover me.
While I know now I have to let it go.