for Russel
Wait for me. Not, wait, for me.
Wait for my stance about love
I thought that I was gonna be courageous
Enough to enter relationships
Like that.
When it strikes me.
And it is fast.
But I want to slow down.
I want to grow alone
Not miserably but independently
And I don’t know if I love you
Or
You’re just my best friend
And you always provoke me.
And I want to preserve
My solitude.
I will never grow if I
Give in.
I will be
Disconnected to Him.
If I let you
In.
No way!
It’s not gonna happen
And the love that I’m sure of
The love that I’m okay with
Is our evolving friendship.
I told you.
I’m a geek.
And not yet free
I’m a slave of poverty
Wait for me when I’m twenty
When I know my stance about love.
I’m sorry. I don’t know
I f I can ever love
This is my disability.
And if ever my love for you is love,
I don’t want us to end up like lovers
Punching each other’s
Faces.
No. Wait for me.
Not, wait, for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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