I am the bad broken half of a wish bone.
I am not what anyone has wished for.
I'm no first place prize winner.
The only race I've won was the race to the egg and I'm still convinced that my brothers and sisters weren't even trying.
I've never captured someone's heart with a glance and a wink.
If I tried they would probably be thoroughly creeped out by it.
My skills include being OK at math, being mediocre at video games, and being shit at writing.
Who I am is so far from perfect, but noone else's skin fits quite right with me.
It is always two sizes too small.
No, that isn't a fat joke.
I simply haven't found a chest large enough to contain my heart other than my own.
No other mouth can say these words like I can.
No one else can be so loveless ,but love so hard as I can.
My talents include: word smithing,
Bad jokes that still make my friends laugh, letting any one of my loved ones know they have four fists when ever they have to fight their demons and being able to love flaws.
Even my own.
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A Boy And His Box
PoetryHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
