By: L.
I’ve never let anyone claim me as theirs, takes a lot just to make me stare.
Maybe if you’re pretty, I’ l smile and look your way.
But the principle of you is hard to erase.
I want to be your first and last thought right after sleep or just before it.
To be thought about - often.
Just don’t tell me,
Then we’ll both lose sleep.
Silently, secretly, sweetly
become a writer
write about me.
Stare, don’t tell me anything
but do something. Show me you care.
I may tease and provoke, but really I’ll freeze at just a stroke of your hand.
Love me like a writer. Humbly write me letters but never put my address, let them get lost, leave them around - I’ll know
I’ l find and read every single one of them.
Let them age - a day, week, month and so
Write my name in cursive, make it messy so nobody knows;
Romanticize me. I won’t call you out on a bluff.
It’s the only thing I’m willing to accept.
Secret love letters and nicknames only I would understand.
Tight hugs and kisses when no one else is left -
Selfishly, keep me like a lost fragment.