Maybe I’m the one who’s not normal
wrapped in delusions
speaking the language of nightmares.
Maybe we shouldn’t talk
neither listen
just blankly stare at each other.
Maybe I’m the one who’s fake
pretending to enjoy your company
while daydreaming.
Maybe we shouldn’t smile
just write
symbols with our thumbs.
Maybe I’m the one who’s cold
indifferently
looking you in the eye.
Maybe we shouldn’t hug
just draw
marks on our skin.
Maybe…
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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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Maybe we should just be alone.
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Good point. We’re always alone in our heads after all.
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Yep, 24/7!
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