Poetry

Thank you

Thank you, you didn't yell at me last night, and that was what I was expecting when you came and asked if I was on my period... Cheyenne would yell at me of there was any type of blood, blame me for it, but you didn't and I kept waiting for you to, but you didn't. Instead you acted like it was the most natural thing there was. It meant a lot to me for you to do/say/act [like] that. You're teaching me what a guy is supposed to act like towards a girl. You're teaching me what it mean for someone to care. You don't know how much that means to me. You're building me up from the ashes I tried to leave. Thank you. All I ask is for you to not destroy me like Cheyenne did. I'm still cleaning the mess up.