You asked me what I saw in you. I bit my lip and knew the question would come. I was stunned you of all people would ask me that but I wasn’t totally surprised. I mean everyone else had asked me - why shouldn't you?
So I started to type back but I figured you couldn't handle the truth. You saw I wasn't typing anymore - I deleted it. And your words... I'll never forget. The only time you acted as though you truly cared - about me. You told me don't be shy. Don't hold back. I no longer felt my emptiness and wished this is how you would always talk to me.
But I lied to you. I held back. More than you'll ever know. You've "read" my poetry? No you haven’t. And I know because they're all about you. If you "read" them, you'd know how I feel and you would've never asked. But the part that makes me sad, as I cry writing this 12:08 in the morning, is that now I'm willing to spill. But you could care less...