So Much For So Close Poem by Daniele Cerasoli

It's all a blur right now.
I don't know who you are,
I don't know who I am,
And I don't know what's happening.

How can we call ourselves close
If you're afraid to tell me
About something you did?
If you think I wouldn't want to hear about it,
Then why do it at all?
What's more important:
Our close relationship, or
A little bit of fun?

I hope you won't change
From whom I know you really are
Because of a number,
Or because you're under pressure,
Because you'll hurt someone
Who deeply cares about you, and
Nothing
Is worth doing that.