Pleas

If you never wish to speak to me again, I'll understand.
But I just wanted to know to know if you're okay.
The silly overprotective kid in me just can't resist trying again.

I wonder at times if you're okay.
I think about what you might be doing.
Which brands you're working on.
What lines you might be writing.
And if I made you read my work, what you would say.

I wonder if you're angry.
I wonder if you have a problem.
If you're in crisis.
Or if you feel alone.
Though something inside me says that you're way too strong
For all of this.
But something deeper says...
Let me see if he might need me.
My mind says I'm too stupid for you to ever need my friendship.
But my heart says pure intentions are always understood.

I don't know if words can overcome the toughest things in life.
But the emotions behind those words can be felt.
I wish you felt what I felt.
Then you'd know how I see you through my eyes.
Then maybe you'd see I'm not so bad as my actions might suggest.
I know actions speak louder than words.
But listen to my words once again.
I know it.
I believe it.
My words are my actions.
And they both say the same.
I wish you're happy.
Where ever you are.
With or without me.