I need a selfless person.
One who can endure all the pain I might inflict on her while curing me.
I need a home.
One who can build her own over and over again after being destroyed by the storm that is me.
I need someone who has a lot of patience.
One who can wait, and stay with me while I go and try to fix myself. One who will do her best to understand me when I can't even comprehend my own.
I am nothing, but a hopelessly romantic selfish person. A deadly poison that only knows how to kill and hurt.
Despite of this, I still hope
That someone like her exists.
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Mosaic
Poetry"A mosaic is a piece of art or image made from the assembling of small pieces of colored glass, stone, or other materials." We are all made up of complicated materials, emotions, thoughts and experience that what makes us, us.
