yours truly, beast.

ⅱ

dear beauty,

i'm not completely sure why i trust you. there's no real reason. i feel the need to tell you every little thing. what i do during my day, who i meet, who annoys me. i want you to know everything about me. to know my feelings, the reason for my actions, and what i truly want. you know who i don't like, who i'm attached to, why i am the way i am. i tell you about my insecurities, fears and all of my favorite things. you know my secrets and my vulnerabilities.

there are times where i begin to question why i allow myself to come completely undone in front of you, but if i let myself focus on you entirely, i can save myself from falling into a whirl of uncertainty and overthinking, reserving my thoughts for nobody but you.

yours truly,

beast.