what you don’t know about me is that i am strong and weak. heartbroken, yet with a heart that has never been touched. i love easily and fast, chase people from my space, want to live in my own bubble and embrace the world at the same time.
what you don’t know about me is that i am you and i am me, i am the boy i love and the girl he doesn’t understand. i embrace the spirit of all people, want others to know they are special and wanted and yet never feel special or wanted myself.
what you don’t know about me is that i am memories of broken cigarettes and hidden glass bottles, secrets attempted to be masked and yet brutally told too soon to the wrong people. there is nothing i want more than for you to know who i am, but i know that you will never really know me.
