we used to exchange disguised names
wrapped with a hearty laugh
we used to share the cruelest stories and the most captivating tales
from our own book pages of different genres
your library is a collection of gambles and boundless reality
shut closed behind the fence high as your dignity or maybe it was your vast emotion for her depriving me to witness even just a glimpse of your anthology
I still remember the worst thing I said to you
you're awful at dancing
when you love it so much
but it really stung when you called me a friend
although i don't know which is worse
being called a friend or being nothing at all to you
YOU ARE READING
laid bare
Poetry"we're so comfortable in the saddest way" prev title: all my secrets ©loved-up
