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 Apr 2017 Jasbin Karkee
Dreamer
I hate nice girls. Just exchanging hello makes me nervous. Texting just even makes it worse. If i get a call then for the rest of the day i keep checking my phone history with a wide grin on my face. I know the truth, they're just being kind. Anyone kind to me is also kind to others. I resent everyone for getting that. If reality is cruel then lie is kindness, and so kindness itself is a lie. I'd always hold expectations that i'd always misunderstand and at some point i just stopped hoping. An experienced loner doesn't fall for the same trick twice. As a veteran on this battlefield of life, i'm an expert at loosing. That's why i'll always hate nice girls.
My mother warned me about the robbers and kidnappers
she told me i must be careful of criminals
but forgot to warn me about those big brown eyes
those kissable lips
and those brows that are always on fleek

his jawline that is as sharp as a knife
his nose that fits perfectly to his face
that chest —
reminds me of how strong  my late father was
his face everytime he looks to his right
that simple yet gangster -like style of clothing he has
My mother never warned me about that

I was never warned about you
I never knew you could break me
I was never warned you will break me
That makes you more than a criminal
You have destroyed me, and it hurts me
more than a criminal can do to me

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