Am I selfish?
For wishing you were mine, only because you're sweet.
For bothering you, only because I like you.
For being rude to you, only because I don't want you to know.
For following you, only because I like to see you be you.
Am I selfish for hoping that for a day, just one, singular day, I can be yours?
YOU ARE READING
I AM MADE OF PAPER: A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaI am made of paper. You rip me into pieces And throw me away. No one wants to put me back together. I am made of p a p e r.
