1 Poem

[amorphous]

Title: Goodbye; Not Diseased
Author's Notes: All my poems, they are not fanic. They are personal.

Hold my hand
Don't flinch away
I'm not diseased
And I need to land

Soft and comfortable
Is best for me
But I understand that
What you feel is uncomfortable

I guess this is goodbye
We need different
Things we can't give
At least this isn't a lie