I don't even have to write
your name.
You know that it's you.
The lack of love
from you
that has only been a
couple of days
seems to span
a millennium
in my mind.
But I don't need you
like that.
I need you as a friend,
and I've been wanting to tell you things.
I've been wanting to laugh with you.
I've been wanting you to hug me
so tight and warm and
please make me feel
safe
and tell me that this sadness isn't
permanent.
Maybe you're busy and
that's okay.
But I know when things are
off.
You said that you didn't want us to get hurt...
But I'm not,
are you?
