i don't think anyone realizes,
i do not wish to be saved.
i'm not an open wound,
but i will hurt everyone in my way.
it sucks, you know.
he says i'm stubborn,
all i can think this means is that i just don't go with what he says.
he says i'm too rational,
too straightforward,
too honest.
and this is not good, you see,
because this makes me fail, at everything.
but those are his words, not mine.
i'd like to think i'm doing just fine.
it's okay to admire,
but please don't try to change me.
i like myself for who i am,
so please don't save me.
though,
if i have to be saved,
if i fall miserably down,
you, as the first person to offer it,
will be my safe and sound,
my home,
my haven,
all that is around.
-the one you admire (or the one you won't save)
YOU ARE READING
Her Notes, His Replies, Their Tree
Short Storyin which a shy,poetry loving girl meets an outgoing, cozy boy, through her writings.
