You ? Dangerously beautiful.
// Some stories are better left, unsaid. Some people, unloved. // When you'll be reading this, I'll be probably trying my best to murder my feelings. The world is filled with two kinds of people, dangerous and beautiful - this was my point of view till I met you. Beautiful, because what you are. I know the fact that a broken heart seeks love, and mine is like a jar of sand, somehow kept inside that thin mortal glass. Maybe, am the most unloved soul you'll ever find, maybe there's someone worse but that's not the point, am a broken piece of shit, That is. Am just another broken dream, out of a million beats, out of a billion faces, am just another book which wants to be reread, to be pampered, to be cured. The last reader tore a lot of pages, keeping the roots attached, scratched my skin, etched her name deep inside me. Then replaced me when she finished her favourite chapters, but never turned the unread. I don't know why am writing, maybe because