Your name in my dreams
Repeating itself over
And over again

Your initials etched
Permanently in my mind
P.S, thick in bold

And nobody here
Will ever figure it out
P.S, that’s your name

He said, “I want you.”
I then asked him, “Why?”
“You’re carefree about everything,
“And you always make me smile.”
I frowned at his answer
Not even knowing how
He had found it so quickly
Without figuring me out
I then knew that was the only side
He saw and would like to see
And I don’t want to pretend for someone
Who wouldn’t want the rest of me