You.

You.

You terrify me.

How could that angelic face be the one to destroy my soul?

How could your words of honey be the ones to trap me in a black web swallowing me whole?

You've stolen every breath as you pushed me down into the hole of insanity, every one of my thoughts shredding me apart as my lifeless body lays there.

You hold my heart in your hands while you are barely connected with me.

You know every curve of my body, every birthmark and inch of skin.

But you do not know why I am scared of tell you things, why I am wary of my thoughts at night and why I must have good lyrics to a song.

You do not know why I love the colour yellow, how the my imaginary friends saved me, why the stars keep me living.

I could wait for you forever but you can not wait for even five minutes.

I idly wait around our only device of communication while you leave to have a new adventure.

You terrify me.

You.

“There’s a difference between loving the idea of someone and loving the person they really are.”

— Unknown

“You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t breathe.”

— Unknown

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