Least

I fear all you see

is the worst there is in me

and don’t know how,

that ever came to be.

I loved you with all I had and more.

I loved you under lock and key,

because you were never very certain,

what the hell you wanted from me.

Now I’m walking down the road,

in your favorite over coat

trying to kill the chill over 
your beckoning ghost.

I’m an absolute mess

and I must confess

the things I need least

is what I miss the most.