I’m not afraid of you.
I know exactly who you are.
I see all of your wounds,
All of your scars,
All of your pain.
You’re not truly a monster,
But you carry yourself as such.
Life wasn’t easy,
And love wasn’t kind to you.
But I’ll have you know,
I’m not afraid.
I’m bigger.
Bolder,
Wiser… than you.
Love me softly or lose to me.
It’s your choice,
Sweetheart.
Sweetly yours,
Analise
If my words have lingered with you, or you feel compelled to leave a note—or a rose of appreciation—you may reach me here.
Thank you for reading, and for crossing into The Diary of Analise Devereaux.


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