Public Humiliation

It feels like public humiliation

Scrawling my feelings for you

On public walls in digital ink

Like a teenager with a can of spray paint

These poems were our thing

Private

For our eyes only

Now any mook with an internet connection

Can peek in at our lives

On the other hand

I'm not embarassed

I want the worlds to know

That I am yours

And you are mine

Perfect

Together

Forever