I almost feel sorry for
little boys that feel like
they need alcohol to
get the courage just to
text me at 3am.
Honey, you could be
drunk off of our
love at 3am.
And he chose the bottle...
Pity.
-b.m.
For the wallflowers, the dandelions, and the moths. For those who sometimes feel less, feel average. The ones often overlooked, often misplaced. You have beauty that goes deeper than what your appearance can exude. You are the dreamers, the artists, the poets. You see the world as it truly is, without the filters and masks. You look past labels because you don't need validation from society to know who you are. A moth is just a butterfly with a different name, after all.
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