Definition

I am not the best person, I have less friend than fingers in a hand, my lips have not known the kiss of a lover,  and my tears have the taste of poison, there is evil that runs through my veins and I must bite my lips to not let it free, and is forgiveness 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, with a lie in my words and smiles in my eyes, there is no perfection in me, with my high and low notes, the broken Converse and my distance from love, there isn’t a but that is to come, there is no need to make excuses, those who know will know and the rest is mine, you can keep the knowledge that there is no source of kindness in me, there is a rotten beginning and from there my foundations are born.

T.A.