I had always been fond of being alone, but I wonder what it'd mean if I craved your presence more than I did my own...
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"avoiding reflections"
I had always been fond of being alone, but I wonder what it'd mean if I craved your presence more than I did my own...