I give you me,
I don’t like morning lights and I can be very cranky as well but I give you me.
I’m scattered, I press the tube of my toothpaste from the centre but I give you me.
I take my sweet time to get ready for events,
I usually can’t find my things were I keep them but I give you me.
I take a lot of alcohol and get drunk to the point that sometimes I sleep in gutters unconsciously or get into a fight but I give you me.
I smoke to a very good extent: From cigarette to weed, to shisha. There’s something the smoke does to me but I give you me.
I promise you’ll never go to bed wandering if you weren’t enough because I would never cheat on you.
I give you me.
Do you still want me?
Hi guys, so this is a piece that highlights imperfection in a two sided way. If you have a partner, what’s the threshold of imperfection you can take?