Puppy Dog Eyes

Forgive me for the puppy dog eyes
with which I always followed you.
I never realized I was doing that
until I was warned not to pursue.

I know I thought that you hung the moon;
my mistake, one now I see through.
I know it was rude of me to say the least;
that's not how I wanted it construed.

Did I have a slight crush on you? Yes.
Will it ever go away? Yea.
It may take a while as most emotions do
but I'm  pretty sure it will give way.

Please be patient with me a short while.
Don't ban me to the nether lands.
I will likely return to a normal state;
 maybe some day we can shake hands.

©2012 C. Boeneman

Stuck

I am stuck on one subject
and have been for a while.
I know that's obsession
I'm not very versatile.

It is part of who I am
to become fixated
on one topic or man.
I become fascinated.

It becomes sad, however
when I cannot break loose
then I become depressed
obsession becomes abuse.

I need to find some methods
to break fixation's spell
I need to find a mission
to distract me quite as well.

That's easier said than done
but it is worth the try
to break this crush I have
'cause it only makes me cry.

Humiliation

It'd been a long time coming
but the burning was new
Support had always been there
but the lust had confused;

Were new feelings for someone
I had always admired
But he's so much older now
close to being retired.

His beloved wife had passed 
I was volunteering;
I was around him much more,
in parades appearing.

So I felt the attraction.
I wrote some poems of love
expressing admiration,
feelings I had to prove.

So as poems appeared online
I found he had remarried
and thus I was mortified;
wanted my head buried.

Humiliation was first
and then came feelings of shame.
I became overwhelmed
and ran out without aim.

I was badly embarrassed,
I wanted so much to die.
I just couldn't face him
or look him in the eye.

Dying of embarrassment
is possible, I see that's so;
because I wanted to
and still might die from woe.