devious
fate deviant
.
In the end,
you will swear
I had ill intent,
but you could not be farther
from the truth.
It is just how I am,
the world is my dartboard,
and I,
the haggard soul
who sits at the end of the bar
who you would expect to reek
of alcohol and stale tobacco.
but instead,
you just pass by
not even bothering to take a whiff,
disgusted by what you've created of me,
too insecure and empty inside
to hold a notion of manifesting
something beautiful
through the likes of me,
and yet,
I could give you the world
on a platter.
things are predestined
because that is how you've made them,
so I aim to please,
as the bets have been placed
and are always in my favor...
you know...?
but in the end you will
say I had ill intent,
that I have no
"scruples",
and I will smile.
love,
fate.
.
