i know who you are
i know your sobs at two in the morning
i know your smudged mascara as you run your shaking fingers through your hair
i know the scars that lay upon your skin
i know of your heavy breathing when you have too much on your mind
and the muffled screams
i know who you are
and quite frankly
i don't love you any less
YOU ARE READING
Flawed Kalopsia
Poetry❝ when your darkest nightmares, become the streets you aimlessly roam ❞ :: a collection of poetry, drabbles, thoughts and other miscellaneous writing pieces from yours truly. cover by @chuuniichan
