FLAW

I wish I could have been normal. Someone stable. Someone with a reasonable number of flaws. Not a wobbly person.

But as I said before I built myself without any balance. In a permanent dance on the edge of the void. Unhealthy apnea. I wish I could have touched happiness with my finger. Let him touch me sometimes. Let him interfere with me sometimes. But he didn't even approach the look. He tendered me without tact. He left without me.

I've always been attracted to evil. What do you want? That’s all I’ve known for a long time. I cherished misfortune like a fragile flower. I let it germinate in me without fear. And yet. Today the flower has turned into weeds. And even acid fails to destroy them.