25/Agender I am an amalgamation of mistakes
A collective of wrongs and sins
Something of a broken man
So that I, or you, may learn from it
And we can live. Alive. Instead of just survive. 19 followers / 717 words
I kissed a girl with a broken smile; nothing could come near. She carved it with a pocket knife; slit from ear to ear. And she wears it like her favourite scarf; it keeps her from the cold. So I told her its only woven by her enemies of old.