My mom said people look at me a lot. And she said it’s because I’m beautiful.
See, the thing is. I never bluntly stare at good-looking people. Odd-looking, deformed, or ugly, yes.
i am empty, seedy, immoral, disrespectful, heartbroken, i am the product of miscommunication. i am flawed, obtrusive, unstructured, jealous, vindictive, i am the salvation of selfishness. i am somewhat bipolar, i cuddle with heart, i am the reason you left from the start. i am unreligious, i drink, i smoke substance and substances. i ride trains just to watch others, and feel somewhat normal. i am two shadows. i am every spelling and punctuation mistake here. i see a thousand lies and truths every time i blink and open my eyes. i am warm. i turn heads and twist minds, i’ll make you love me. i’ll steal you roses. i get attached, i cant look away without wanting to hold you. i am a waste of paint, i am knowing, and unknown, i am how you see me, how you feel me, how you forget me. i am the colour of your eyes, the reason you cried, the reason your filled with despise. i am the freedom you crave, the love letter you gave, your tears when i went away. i’m a picture in painting, the static in silence, the truth in your lies, the heartbeat of your broken heart and the lack of trust in your judgment. you wont ever find anyone else like me, i am your one dying wish. i make mistakes, and suffer for them. i am the future, the past and everything in between. i am a perfect mess. i am the reason you didn’t stay and the reason you didn’t kiss me goodbye. - Karl Christoph
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