My Own Personal Hell

xxii.

You fell asleep with your head in my lap.

It was a bad idea staying.

I’ll get attached again.

I can’t be clingy

Because you won’t return the feeling.

But I don’t go yet.

Instead I whisper all my secrets to you,

Because you won’t know any better.

You’ll think it’s a dream.

And I twist your hair in my fingers

And wonder what it felt like to kiss you.

Is it the same as last time?