Please don't confuse my silence for weakness,
I am fully capable without needing your help.
I don't need you to slay all of my demons,
hand me a sword and I'll do it myself.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoetryHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
