**this poem is about someone who has helped me a little in the past, and who always knows how to cheer me up.**
Tell me what it is about me you like so much,
because I still can't figure it out.
what is it about me
that keeps you coming back to me
when I'm in trouble, or need someone to talk to, or just to talk to me because I'm bored?
Why do you have to care so much?
I love that you will listen to me when I have a problem, I really do.
And every time we have a conversation,
I feel like we become a little bit closer.
But that is the thing that scares me the most.
Getting closer to you.
Because I don't want to get too close to you,
then have to deal with the pain of you going away.
Whether it’s on purpose, or it’s an accident.
Just do something or say something to let me know you won’t leave me like she did.
At least with out letting me know first.
What is it about me that when you see me sitting in the corner by myself,
you always come over to talk to me even though you don't have to.
What is it about me that when you see me somewhere,
you always say hi?
my best friend doesn’t even do that, so why do you?
If you don’t like me, that’s fine.
Just please stop trying to be so nice,
cause it’s killing me.
Maybe if I just stop being around you, then we won’t become too close.
then it won’t hurt as much when you leave.
