let's imagine my insecurities as a person. a girl. so all my worries and fears and everything that can go wrong is now in the mental form of a little girl.
the little girl bounds up to me smiling; not a good smile, a smile that screams 'you deserve to worry. you deserve to be in pain'. my heart gnaws at my rib cage, begging to be set free. but then here you come walking in like it's a late summers evening, with a cool breeze nipping at your cheeks, and all you have to do is look at this little girl who's formed into the ugliest human imaginable, with black hair, scars, and no heart; she was merciless, and look at her while locking your hand with mine. then, when that late summer breeze cools the atmosphere telling you it's nearly time for the next season- she breaks; crumbles into millions of little ashes, and as the wind blows away, so does she.
