Cy

Dear You,

Why are you so fond of giving me mixed signals?

Is it fun? Does it make you happy?

I want to start a conversation with you

I want it to last, even if it makes me look like a mad woman,

smiling and contemplating what to say

But no, you just have to stop

Stop my fantasies and bring me back to reality

that no, you don’t feel the same way

It makes me sad because sometimes you also makes me glad

You treat me special, you tell me things I thought were just between us

Dear You,

It’s Monday tomorrow and I cannot wait to see you.

I don’t usually like Mondays

but with you in it is always a happy day.

my heart flutters when i think of Monday

I saw you that Monday, early as usual

and i just can’t stop smiling

Someone commented how blooming I looked

How I wish you heard that because it’s “you” who makes me so happy

You cutted your hair that Monday

I noticed and so does everyone

They keep telling me how good you looked

and yes, that’s true

Oh, How I wanted to touch that hair of yours

but no, I’ll take the slow pace