i say that i don't want to talk about it.
but honestly, i do.
i'm just afraid of your reaction.
i'm afraid that you'll never see me the same way again.
i'm terrified of the pity in your eyes
when you realize just how messed up i really am.
YOU ARE READING
punctuations.
Poetryshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
