I want you to look at me and tell me that you care,
even if you don’t.
I want you to hug me and tell me that everything will be alright,
even if it won’t.
I want you to hold my hand forever and never let go.
I don’t want to be put in the same bin as her,
because she’s gone forever.
I want to put out a new box for me to fit in.
I want a new name.
You can replace the ‘A’ with an ‘O',
and I’ll still be the same.
Depending on how well I know you, you’ll either stay to talk with me or walk away. One day I won’t have to say these things, because the box will seem like it’s been there forever. One day no one will remember her, So can we pretend like that’s tomorrow?