What am I afraid of
You’re no good for me, but my soul must know something I don’t. Obviously because, I can’t put my finger on what it is that makes my everything cave in at the very thought of you. If you were a demon, I’d let you consume me just to feel not so human for a day. Give my soul the chance to feel the feeling of lingering in the abyss. Willingly. The unknown doesn’t frighten me, it’s you.
This poem is about:
Me