I hate small talk.
Small, bickering words
Forcing themselves through your mouth.
Only talking in the hope of making the time
go by faster.
But no,
I don't want that.
Tell me all the shit that keep you awake at night.
Tell me your craziest thoughts.
That's what I really want to hear.
- real talk, not fake talk
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
