I remember lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, your body turned away from me when I said "why don't we talk anymore?".
You were silent for so long I almost fell asleep waiting for an answer.
Eventually, I heard you whisper, "because you're always asking questions like that with answers you already know.".
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoesíaYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly