Writers Jam

do you think i laugh too loudly and too often? it’s okay i can tone it down for you.

do you think i smile too much at stupid things? it’s okay i can learn to bite my tongue more often.

do you think it’s hard to show me kindness? it’s okay i can accept your snickers instead.

if it gets too much, if i get too much, please tell me?
i will mould myself enough to convince you to stay but will you please stay?

i promise i’ll not step into your boundaries, but will you please look at me once if i cling to your door for long enough?

if not, will you please tell me which part of me is to be blamed? i’m sure it can’t be the one that belongs to you.

/did you think i was unlovable from the beginning or did you realise that after i started speaking?/

do you regret the kindness you’ve shown me by letting me cling to your door? why don’t you shut the door, then? is it because i’m standing too close to it? are you afraid that if you come any closer, i might taint you with the lack of love i’m always given?

it’s okay, i understand that my presence is like a bandaid, the faster you rip it off, the quicker you heal. and a bandaid cannot make its home on a momentary injury, it’s bound to become useless.

but will you use me again, even for a moment? or did you have enough of me already? well, if you’re lucky, you’ll never get injured again.

i can’t say the same about me though, but it’s okay since we have established that the feeling of belonging could never belong to me.