Milena

Little piece of rainy cloud,
I like you.
I like your fears,
And your tears.
I like the way you ask me for help.
But I don't actually care about you.
I don't really care about those guys that you talk about.
Except for the fact that I envy you.
I'm not jealous at all.
I don't want you.
Sometimes I just wanna be you.
I'd like to have your wishes.
Oh, dear.
I don't get you.
But it doesn't really matter.
As long as I can see you on my way.
Dude, that's okay,
Even if we are so different.
Because I'm not supposed to love you, or some.
You're just like everyone else.
Human.
And I like that.