~I Want To Know His Deepest And Darkest Secrets In The Deepest And Darkest Way~

~I want to know his deepest and darkest secrets in the deepest and darkest way~

-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

~How quickly did I descend into a realm where I resemble that of a wild beast, due to the many times I didn't get the help I needed, causing independence to become my broken, flawed, and decaying excuse for a default?~

-a poem of a new kind

~Imagine if I just vanished. No one would miss me. That's what I tell myself anyway. As if I would actually run away. Running takes bravery, and I am a different kind of coward. But it's a thrilling notion to entertain, nonetheless~

-a poem of a new kind

~Maybe if I keep writing poems about how I feel about you, all the emotion will escape my heart and get trapped in the words~

-a poem of a new kind

~Damned if I do and damned if I don't, but I'd much rather be damned for doing than damn myself by living in the regret of never doing when I had the chance.~

-a poem of a new kind