I have a secret that keeps me up at night. I have feelings for you and I don’t think it’s right. I’m small and quiet, overlooked by your glowing eyes, you wouldn’t notice me even if I tried. I have a secret that keeps me up at night.
I remember you only from a placid paper dream.
I was weak and small and you took advantage of me.
My mind plays tricks to keep me from breaking, but vividly and consistently it keeps on playing
I’m sewing up the pieces of me that you laboriously tore,
but deep down I know there’s more, much more.
Every time you look at me, it’s as if being seen bare. Nothing but my rawness up in the open air.
You see right through me, my flaws and all. My stomach jumps up and down like a bouncing rubber ball.
I bite my lip hard to keep my emotions from slipping, but I still can’t shake the memory of when we were last kissing.
I know leaving you was the best thing for me, but why do I still feel so ******* lonely?
I try to refrain from writing about love and pain, but **** that **** don’t go away.
I will always remember the feeling I got every time you held me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Your words were like wine, bittersweet and intoxicating, And I drank from your cup never feeling full. Though you broke my heart, I want to thank you. For it was you who made me realize how insatiable you are.
We are afraid of death because it is not tangible. We cannot touch it, its timing is a mystery, and we can't control it.