I'm fine, really.
you don't even have to ask.
you know absolutely nothing,
behind this mask.
I'm fine, really.
I can lie all day
even this smile is fake,
hides all I want to say.
I'm fine, really.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't feel anything,
my heart is numb to its core.
I'm fine, really.
I have repeated so much.
you are the one I don't need,
and I no longer desire your touch.
- lies on her poems
YOU ARE READING
loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
