stares:
i'm so used to the stares.
feeling everyone around me's gaze begin to decay my hard exterior.
i've begun to not even notice it.
but sometimes i do.
it's always my appearance.
it's too unnatural for you.
the way my exterior doesn't match my interior enough.
the way it matches too well.
it scares you.
and you can't stop yourself from taking a second glance.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry isn't real ☆
Poetry"i'm a poet in the sense that i write poetry. god awful poetry that doesn't rhyme or make sense" a collection of poems, tackling all sorts of topics, from all kinds of inspirations, from a writer who's sure his work is nothing more than pretty words.
