I don't want to die alone.

Now that you know
What goes on in my head
I feel like touching you
Is electric.
People don't usually
Care to notice
My mind
But you do,
And it's that good kind
Of terrifying.

Watch me scramble up the walls
Of the box I put my brain in.
I'll peep over the top
And wave
And call out about the things
I can see
And you wish you could see,
But if you saw the way you looked to me,
You'd think i was crazy
Because you look so **** radiant
And i feel so **** free.

I want to touch you.*

For such a tiny, silent action
The desire to do so is screaming
In my head.