maybe i don't tell you how scared i am of hurting. maybe i want you to know anyways. maybe i keep quiet even though my mind screams wild like the summer sun. maybe i wish that someone knew me well enough to know when my mind burns, and that you never throw water on a grease fire unless you want me to explode.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
maybe i don't tell you how scared i am of hurting. maybe i want you to know anyways. maybe i keep quiet even though my mind screams wild like the summer sun. maybe i wish that someone knew me well enough to know when my mind burns, and that you never throw water on a grease fire unless you want me to explode.
maybe i just want you to look at me and not be ashamed
