Poem: Laughing at Myself

Yes, it's embarrassing.
Hillariously so.
my cheeks all red,
eyes rolled at my own words.
Funnier still,
because I was being honest.
I meant every word
when I wrote it.
And I kinda still do.

This is the insanity of Love,
for me.
That's why I wrote it down, documented.
Displayed it openly and shamelessly.
Unchecked, these things can run wild,
rampant as a forrest fire.
Laughing at myself,
I hope others are laughing with me.

Still filled with caring,
no shame for my sentiments.

The shame is for my words;
Idealistic insanity,
hopeless hopefullness,
sickening sweetness,
blind beautitudes,
endless ego entreaties.

Sighing,
I look at myself of two weeks ago
with confusion and vague disbeleif.
How did that happen?
Will it happen again?

It looks very strange,
on paper.