a confession:
i know that
when you go
i will grieve
for the loss
of family
but not
for the loss of you
you are nothing to me
correction:
i wish you were nothing to me
i really fucking wish
you were nothing to me
- the things we hide
YOU ARE READING
from me to you
Poetryto: the woman who made my nightmares come true from: the trembling girl who hides under the sheets in her room (tw)
