hello there
please do me one
measely
favour {or favor}:
count the number
of the people
that love
you
is it twenty?
five?
one?
zero?
Any of those with above 0,
well done.
With those on or below,
proceed, please.
now look at those people
that
surround
you,
how many?
50?
2?
5?
Do you think they love you?
If the answer is yes,
well done.
but if the answer is a no:
How do you know they don't love you?
Is it the way they
talk {or not talk}
insult
torture?
look {at you}
Have you ever asked?
Please go and ask,
if they ask you why,
say,
"because i love you."
or,
if they make fun of you,
smile and walk away,
because you had the guts to ask,
while they would probably not.
So smile, please, my one request.
I love you, if you ever need me.
I'll be here for you.
And, if you are holding one,
drop the pain-inflicter and pick up a pen, a phone, a laptop.
Write,
write about how you feel,
and tell me,
I might help, I might not,
I might actually be that one person.
I'd stay up {to a reasonable time}
I'd listen to you
I won't judge, I won't pity
no one wants pity or judgement.
I wont say I understand, because I probably wont.
I'll just be there
because I'd love to be that person
that finally, actually listens.
I'd love to.
So go on,
I love you. ❤
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歌 「uta」
Poesíawe can't all be beautiful and I know that. I refuse to try, please. a collection of songs, poems and thoughts that are all mine, so please, find your own imperfection. +++ lowercase intentional