Flaws.
I want someone to
Lie with me.
And tell me everything about
Them.
I will listen to their
Words and stare at the sky.
Then I will spill out all of my thoughts
Everything that confuses me
And finally,
Someone will understand me.
Is it bad I allow my insecurities to consume me?
They almost wash over my thoughts about you like the
Ocean
Claiming the shore.
Even though the ocean is a metaphor for lots of things,
It helps to put my mind
Into something real
And alive.
Also wonderful and vast.
The ocean gives me
A place where I can drown.
Sometimes things that sparkle in the sunshine
Hide dark, arcane secrets.
And most of the time
People just accept that.
(Found written on the back wall of Chloe McMullen's wardrobe)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
