So I’m writing this because i don’t know how to tell you any other way
I’m scared of you. I’m scared of what beautiful thing we could build
I’m scared that I’ll just sound like I’m crazy and pushy and overly emotional which is not something people want
But something i can’t help but be, hopelessly romantic that it makes me sick.
I’m scared I’m going to make you see all the worst parts of me and make you disappear
my issues and my insecurities have belittled my strength in myself
and I’ve hardly ever known what i want for myself
But i know i want us and i know i think you’re the most amazing thing to ever happen to me and i know I’m scared that with this i won’t be able to have you
About the Creator
Sid l.c
Writing the things i stay up all night thinking about. Just trying to figure things out.
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
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