I have crooked teeth, one of the front ones(not the very front ones, but one just to the right of those), is further back than the rest, it's dirtier looking than the others because I can't reach it properly when I brush my teeth. All my teeth are a bit yuck really I smoke a lot and often get very drunk and go to bed without brushing them. I have come to terms with the fact that I'll probably never have pretty teeth.
I kissed a canadian boy once, he told me he loved my teeth, he was drawn to people's imperfections, liked faces with character, I get that a lot, with boys that i kiss, when i discuss my imperfections;
"Oh, but it gives you character"
I am tired of being regarded as a caricature, a novelty, a cartoon.
I long to stick in someone's memory as just something real.
but, I suppose I am not real enough to remember.
like a dream that fades as soon as you wake up.