Where did you come from
I didn't notice you walk in
I don't get many visitors here
So sorry if I can't meet your eyes yet
You make me nervous
But not in a bad way
I'm just so used to being numb
It's a little deranging
I like talking with you
I don't do that very often
Talk I mean
I'm so used to being alone
ESTÁS LEYENDO
With Shaking Hands
PoesíaWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
