Perhaps, you are the only one who knows me.
You know the monster that gravels.
The poet that wants to escape the darkness who yet is entrapped by it.
Perhaps it’s the fact that I intrigue you?
Make you feel special?
That I fear this may awaken demons or inspire you to feel more.
That person that wants more than just a moment.
That person waiting to blossom.
Waiting to be set free….