Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.
I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.
Love is for children and dimwads.
What's the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you're a villain?
The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.
Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.