the ones who know me best
are people who don't exist
i spend hours
talking and talking and talking
but all they do is listen
they know everything about me
seen everything I've done
when no one is watching
they know the script between my lines
they know my hidden feelings
they know the the things i long to say
they listen patiently to my midnight conversations
i tell them everything
the people who don't exist
YOU ARE READING
lacuna - a poetry collection
Poetry𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗮; 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻: 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲; 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗽. A collection of all the things I never got to say. All my thoughts and emotions accumulated into one book.
