I wrote "Mannerisms" in 2013.
so much about you.
Even the smallest of things.
I know your mannerisms;
your likes and dislikes,
the things that annoy you most,
how you put half of your weight
to your side when you sleep,
how i can pick up your sounds among the noise,
or how i can easily spot you in a sea of people.
but apart from all of that,
I barely know the deepest,
darkest corners of you.
It must be a bad hurricane inside there, huh?
