your presence here
is like ice cubes in my hand
i've held on for so long
that i am now numb
i can't feel
the cold burn
anymore
- i feel nothing at all
(i don't think you do, either)
YOU ARE READING
from me to you
Poezjato: the woman who made my nightmares come true from: the trembling girl who hides under the sheets in her room (tw)
