even if you don't mean it,
hold my hand.
for i deserve happiness as much as the next.
we all do.
this life of pain and mind wired that the universe is in fact not on our side.
we need to breathe.
hand in hand,
i want to believe we can do this.
i told myself i would wait until december,
then came april and i couldn't leave before your birthday,
and this series of events is making me want to stay for september.
so even if you want to let go,
let me go in september.
i'll be okay by then.
read my words and forget the pain that was woven into my skin.
but stay with me,
we will smell every acacia in the world and the sun won't feel like a stick poking our side.
we will smile comfortably without doubting.
so hold my hand and lets wait.