He talks with a lively attitude even when hes faking it with something wrong
He smiles as if it’s a bandage to make it okay
He gets awkward with his words and his voice when the conversation is dead but wants to talk to you
He spaces out his punctuation marks as if it signifies his distanced heart from falling in love
He squints his eyebrows to his eyes and puckers his lips with a slight slant and a slight “hmm” when hes confused, and fully releases it with the words “I don’t know”
Yet he humbles his intelligence with the desire of originality
He wants to stand out in the crowd but he hunches over when he feels his heart is broken like a sad clown
Full of life, but torn down with every bad thought weighting him down
He knows right from wrong but at times chooses wrong like a human being
He has more morals then most that keep him being the greatest human being alive
He can inspire one to want to live life when they feel as though their soul has already reached the grave
He keeps to himself because not everyone deserves him
Yet its as though everyone knows him,
But me.