i always tell myself
i'm not going to write about you anymore but i always come crawling back searching for the words to describe
the images
that will always
wander
around in my head
the ghosts of silhouettes
and shattering class
and hearts torn apart
- strewn across the cold, cold floor
ESTÁS LEYENDO
from me to you
Poesíato: the woman who made my nightmares come true from: the trembling girl who hides under the sheets in her room (tw)
