People like you, are the reason I write dark, fucked up poetry. Shit filled with pain and hate for seasoning. But you don't even know I write, and you'll never read this anyway, so who the fuck am I talking to?
YOU ARE READING
Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
