I am a loquacious person.
Yet somehow my words aren't always what they mean.
My darkest lines usually flourish in ink.
I didn't mean to not tell you how I feel.
Those words make me cry.
I can't explain it but my hands get sweaty, my throat becomes dry, pressure and water fills behind my eyelids, and I can't breathe...
I'm so sorry,
I trust you the most yet I can't express it.
Just dont leave.
I plan to tell you every word,
Just be patient.
I know I'm such a hypocrite,
I can't help it.
But ill never give up on you so please dont give up on me.
I love you.
My heads a map,
Find the treasure with me.