I. My June
March 14, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Pack all of your things
And get out of head.
Allow me to sleep —
I’m already tired to death
From your image
And everything I want to say.
Get out. Finally leave me.
I’ll never ask you to stay —
I’m simply not brave enough;
I don’t deserve
Someone like you.
In my mind, in this deadly desert
I will stay alone
With my scarefull thoughts,
And you’re not allowed
Express any doubts.
But let me, sometimes,
When I notice the moon,
Remember with tenderness
You and my June.