毛毛

I don't want to scare you
skittish little animal but
I myself am scared for you.
I'm scared for myself.
If I let myself love you then I know
what will happen when you leave,
but what will happen to you?

If I hurt myself I can live,
but if I hurt you I don't think
I can.


The thing I'm going to miss the most
is your smell.

Come the 15'th
things are going to be rough.