paralyticstates
I knew this wouldn't work out. We were opposites. He was flowers, people, and colours. I was cars, animals, and darkness. He was nice. I wasn't. He was friendly and outgoing. I was mean-spirited and introverted.
He was everything most everyone wants.
I was what they hated.
But I couldn't help but to fall in love.
And now here one of us sits here, with his notebooks and pens, tears splattering the page, wishing things could be different.
In pieces, torn, shattered.
Broken.
But am I talking about him, or me?
I don't think I even know. But I'll tell you what happened regardless.