Saturday, January 10, 2009

Don't

Listen to me. I need freedom from you. I grasp what you mean, you are right. Being polite, I admit, you have the right to know, but in the same way, I have my right to choose, whether to reject or accept your request. I promise, I will tell you when it is time. I will keep every single word. I'm sorry in a way that I'm being bad to you. Don't tell me that I'm bad enough for you in a good way. You always have the patience that I don't even have any. You are good enough for me in all ways. I will stay. Don't feel dejected, please. I promise, I will draw a big huge smile on your face again.