i hope that someday, i will meet
someone who can recognize
the things that my eyelids
tell.
someone who will know
that i am sad
in just one look.
someone who will memorize me
so much that they will notice
even the slightest absence
of my emotions.
someone who knows how terrible
i am when it comes to
talking about what i feel
because i just don’t know how to
explain this little
madness in me.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
