Not grumpy, not happy, not dead yet
Forgive me if I'm wary.
I don't expect you to understand but if you do I can count you among my true friends.
I'm afraid of hurting people, it makes me feel like a cancer and who needs that around, you know.
I'm afraid of losing everyone that matters, that's why I keep letting myself write to you.
I like my boyfriend right now very much. He doesn't take from me, only gives. So I'm going to stay until he flies away too.
These are my confessions. Tell me if I'm too stupid for my own good.
This poem is about:
Me