~When Does Trust Overlap Into Apathy? Why Do I Get The Heartbreaking Realization That I Haven't Understood

~When does trust overlap into apathy? Why do I get the heartbreaking realization that I haven't understood these two things as much as I thought I did? How can one trust blindly without caring and worrying?~

-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.

~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

~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

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

-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