Thoughts, mainly considered poetry.

To the boy that deserves it.

Always talking about the blue eyes perfect girl and never about the imperfect boy hiding at the end of the line.
It is always about how beautiful is her smile but never about how deep is his mind.
It is always about how unique she is but never realizing he had read more books than she ever will.
It is always about how she likes stuff like stars and staying at home before considering  to go to anywhere else but never about how his demons attack him too.
It is never about arguing how everyone prefers to praise this totally unreal girl that anybody would like to be, instead of a real person with real feelings — him.

This is not about and probably never will be about how he can be poetry too, with simple eyes, normal hair and ordinary smile.
And I guess that is why this is so sad.