I haven't written anything close to poetic in years. This probably doesn't count, It came out ugly but maybe it's appropriate.
Last Halloween I drew Sebastian-- this year I wrote something personal that came from something I'm afraid of:
What I feel and can't help but feel. My priories. Fleeting sadistic thoughts. How willing I am to jump in front of a bus if that's what it takes to keep the few precious people I have in my life who mean anything, to me.
Even if I don't mean anything to them back, and in some cases even if I have never met them and never will, because they're too famous or too dead. My desire to help them even if the help isn't really help. Disgusting. ~ u_u
Ridiculous. Stupid... and it scares me.