The sad ones: A girl with... a messy hair. Hungry heart. Chapped lips. Skinny legs. Collarbones. Insecurities. Little lies. Scarred wrists. Empty eyes. And unrequited love. Fell for a boy with... anxiety attacks. Bloody knuckles. Deep depression. Bitten nails. Works of Dostoyevski. Bitter smiles. Sarcastic words. And knowledge of Japanese. He gave her sympathy and she turned it into poetry.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.