When I read I disappear
I'm washed away into the pages of my books
Dreading reaching the end of my fantasies that lie between the two pieces of cardboard
I lose touch with who I am
I lose touch with who I'm supposed to be and that fills me with a kind of joy nothing and no one else can bring .
I love the world I live in but sometimes I wish the world I live in was the worlds I read about
YOU ARE READING
the intimacy of emotions
Poetrypoems that correlate with how emotions of a teenage girl work .
