Spark

Four

It kills me a little.

No, that was a lie. It gives me more pain than I ever could have imagined whenever I take even a glimpse into your eyes anymore. 

It pains me to see them so dead inside. That beautiful hazel that would fade into a soft green- the eyes that could make me smile even when I had no intentions to- is now gently going dull. 

I understand that it's not due to me; you always tell me how I'm the only thing keeping you going anymore. 

I understand it's because of the withdrawals. I know you have this thought in your head that screams that you're a screw up and worthless. 

But the truth? 

You're so damn beautiful. That demon inside of your mind only exists to torment you endlessly, when you shouldn't let it. 

You're amazing in every single goddamn way that I can't even begin to explain to you how highly I think of you. 

It's wonderful, really. 

It's wonderfully tragic how you view yourself.