I am not some beautiful, poetic disaster. I will not make any sort of attempt to persuade you that I am like a hurricane or a bullet wound. The honest truth is that I destroy things in the most ugly way possible. I am unpredictable. I sense happiness from miles away and I come at it full force, safe in my emotional tank, with no remorse to be found. I am not like a crack in the sidewalk. You do not simply trip over me, stand up, and walk away unscathed. I am the criminal hiding just around the corner, waiting for you to let your guard down, searching for any sign of weakness present. Because that's my cue to attack. So yes, keep a watchful eye on me. Not because I'm pretty, but because you're going to regret not looking back when I stab my nails through your chest from behind.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíaif I tell you how I feel, will you promise to never use it against me?
