"alright, here's a secret. I'm afraid"
"Of what?"
(eternity, oblivion, crowded rooms and authority figures and being alone for too long and you, I'm terrified of you because you have the power to destroy me and you don't even know it, you have no idea. I'm less afraid of dying than I am of losing you and that scares me the most)
YOU ARE READING
Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PoetryThis was supposed to be a poem But I can't write one, because there are no assortments of these 26 letters that showcase how I feel You are poetry in and of yourself And I swear I can feel words and metaphors Etched into every part of my skin you ha...
