Leave me those little things,
Those things that scream "us."
At least leave me those.
I'm not asking you to be the first person you think of when you wake up,
I'm not asking you to think of me as a friend,
I'm not asking you to think of me as a person.
I only ask you to take care of those moments,
in which our relationship shines through.
Don't share them with anyone,
protect those little things for yourself.
For us.
For me.
YOU ARE READING
THINKING ABOUT ME AT 3 A.M.
Puisithese poems weren't written to be published. they are really personal and autobiographical, but I wrote them to find some kind of comfort. I thought that maybe I'm not the only one, searching for someone to understand me. So, if you do... I'm sorry...
