~He Must Have Called Me Pretty At Least 10 Times Today, And My Face Flushed Every Single Time. Then Again,

~He must have called me pretty at least 10 times today, and my face flushed every single time. Then again, I wasn't really counting, but the emphasis in his words made me believe it in the moment.~

-a poem of a new kind

~How is it easier to hide the skeletons in my closet than the scars on my arms when both are covered with only a few layers of cotton?~

-a poem of a new kind

~Somedays, it feels like my heartbeat is so strong that I believe others can feel each beat rattling their skulls. I'm afraid they can see my heart fighting against my ribcage, each beat more painful than the last. To them, it looks like mild discomfort, but to me? To me, it feels like my heart could break free at any moment.~

-a poem of a new kind

I wonder what would happen if he found out he was the subject of my poetry. Maybe I'll tell him before he disappears forever... or maybe I'll add that to my list of regrets. Who knows.

~In laymans terms, I'm madly in love with you.~

-a poem of a new kind

~One more thing... just one more request before you leave me. Promise you'll never forget me. Pinky Promise?~

-a poem of a new kind