I don't know what you're looking at anymore, that's not me, I'm not the same. I've changed since the last time you saw me; something lifeless, unsettling, holding out her arms for... For you.
You're looking at nothing.
But, of course, it's all for you.
YOU ARE READING
humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
