but will you like me
prolly not

my looks tend not to make up for my existence

I dance in rooms on fire
forget to extinguish all the flames I set ablaze

that is- if memory is a pair of glasses
foresight is 20/20
and I'm legally blind to the rules of society
can see the shapes but they make no rhyme
why bother when its not a crime

I'll tell you I'm not fine when you ask me
I'll change the subject if discussing weather is not what we should discuss

my heart lines my throat when I think about
the fact that I turn off people when I open my mouth

Im a 180 from my appearance to my personality

don't like me for my looks alone
they're not set in stone
my character though- seems all want to chip away