the thought of me
getting undressed
in front of someone
the thought of someone
seeing what being undressed
looks like when it's me
that still is something
I still fear like I should fear death
I still fear my own body.
YOU ARE READING
all the things I didn't say
Poesíayou've been knowing me for years now and you still don't get how loud I am when I don't say anything. And you probably don't know that my mind is even louder when my mouth doesn't make any noise at all. Let me give you the ability to read my mind..
