Don't Cover Your Ears. (the REAL real talk)

"This isn't the beginning of something beautiful. This is the end."

But despite the monsters inside my heart; I found Paris.

And Paris found me.

And she let the bad weather of words come and pour all over me.

They spilled; and hearts shattered. Just like I said they would.

And maybe it was just mine.

But my soul-painted universe cracked wide open.

You saw my imperfections.

You held my heart.

And it was brutally beautiful. Brutally beautiful. Brutally...beautiful.

I mean...we were all beautiful once. 

But at the end of the day, the sun...and the moon...and the stars; they don't seem so important anymore.

I find myself drowning in the beauty of smiles and the miles of endless words. But I'm tired of eating the sugar-coated ones. The ones that kissed the inside of my neck with hell fire as they went. 

Damnit! Feed me happiness. Shove it down my throat. I want to feel something. Even if all it is, is choking on the wrinkles of my own smile. This broken frame and these tired eyes were meant for more than just the darkness.

There's this thing crawling inside my heart. It makes my skin tingle and itch with desperation.

Because I'm scared as hell.

Scared of the truth behind these eyes;

Scared that to close them because I might miss it all.

Scared that if I let go, it would mean adding another failure to the already overflowing piles in my backyard.

I'm claustrophobic is this skin;

Covered in little white memories from the people I've touched.

I'm scared of my reflection.

Scared that I'll see you on the other side of that mirror.

Perfectly flawed and covered in stars.

And that I'll fall in love...

All over again.

Yours forever,

Just Alex.