Diary by Annz

IF sent to me, from N.

Few days ago, you sent me a poem,
It was beautifully written by Rudyard Kipling,
Instead of touching issues of love all the time,
You just gave me energy I think I don't deserve,
But you insisted,
I am worth a little self-love.

I understand the fact I'm being hyperly empathetic,
It scares me that now: it's matter time to see another one,
Another one I love to go from my life,
I am teaching myself all the time,
Humans bond to die, or to leave,
They were never meant for a long stay,
Honestly, I don't want to lose you,
Please, I don't want to, please.

Fear surrounded me,
Offended for being human and being myself,
I hurt others, and I hurt others,
I told you that, and I hurt you too,
I offended for making human's offended by the way I'm offended,
But, but, I am loving you,
I love others too,
Why do they never realized I'm a human,
Like you do to me?
The way they do me, I can feel it, the emotion was valid and real,
If it was a knave, with his long sword,
I would be dead,
Oh,
I picked a beautiful day,
To be born on October's evening,
But I suffered the long decades though I have my loved ones; my family, my friends, and my man.

I used to get my eyes wiped from weeping by my dad,
Now he's dead,
Can I get you, to wipe it,
From it pours down to the earth's soil?

I just need, a presence of one, that can protect me, and never giving up on me. I'll never give up on you either.

From A, for N, deeply, I love you.