Their eyes turn every imperfection into beauty.
Their hands make every curve or line into perfection.
Their laugh turns your heart into a melting pile of love.
Their jokes make you laugh so hard that tears of happiness fall from your eyes.
They are perfect in every way.
They are your one and only.
When they cry, your heart aches and burns.
You hold out your arms as they fall, picking up the pieces.
Even with hot tears boiling their faces, they are so beautiful.
But they are not yours.
A few years pass.
You meet again in a old club.
Their eyes that once made you love yourself are glassed over..
Pupils dilated, almost demonic.
Their once miracle working hands, hidden under long sleeves.
Their laugh is broken, and cuts at your soul.
You remember how it used to mend it, that long ago.
Their jokes, which used to make you cry out in joy, now make you cry in pity.
What has happened to your beautiful love?
They still fill your mind with wonder as they talk about the hardships they've faced.
They talk about the gallons upon gallons of tears they've shed.
How they would watch as each tear floated into the sky and became a beautiful star.
You listen, although you know that they do not make sense.
Their hand is shaking in your own.
They seem so confident about the nonsensical rambling of a story.
But then their glass eyes break.
And they're begging for help.
Years after you first met them.
After the eyes that polished imperfections.
After the hands that made you feel beautiful again.
After the laugh that made you see stars.
After the jokes that made you laugh so hard you cried.
You found out that they were not the only one that healed you.
But that you were the only one that could heal them.
