As I inaudibly crumble

The first thing that I can assure you of is the fortitude of my soul: I am a pact so strong that even the hurricane which caused my house to tear apart couldn't budge me. So strong, that even the earthquake that cracked the face of my school building couldn't chip me. So strong, that no amount of tidal waves could crash and break into my walls, my being. I am a pact made of several precious trinkets, letters and colors bound fervently. My frame has become a watchtower and my spirit, its sentry; I fulfill set duty. I am a pact so strong that I crave for certain commotion over what it is that I am, I wear and bare my vanity. I am a thrill seeker, a bungee jumper. I thrive off adrenaline rushes brought about by the feeling of close calls, the always present possibility of a snapping of the cord, a real potential to, not just fall, but truly crash and burn from grace. I am of a life wanting to be fully fueled, felt and fulfilled. I am a draconian as an experienced freedom fighter.

The last thing I want to tell you about, though, is the frailty of my heart: I am a pact so weak that by your toothless grin alone my house falls and I am naked, and my school is buried along with my principles. I am a pact so weak, that once you reach out your waving hand to me, it will be like there never were walls to begin with as I inaudibly crumble. You are far worse than any other kind of natural disaster I've had to deal with, and I've dealt with plenty. If this doesn't say something then I don't know what will. I'm quitting duty already. Screw the talk of trinkets and poetry. I hate vanity and find mirrors frightening. Also, as much as I am a thrill seeker, I don't intend to keep letting you bungee jump with my heart; It's been yanked around by you far too much already that you have me feeling absolutely terrified. And, just like that, just by having your breath against my beating chest, the cord snaps and my heart sinks into unknown territories. You become far more precious than life and it is clear that I am way past the point of surrender already. I am pleading with you for mercy.