The Broken Book

April, 2016

4/2/16 11:42 AM - Over, Done, Behind

I thought it was over.

I thought it was done.

You said it's behind you,

But who brought that up?

She said that we're over.

I knew it was done.

I thought she was behind me,

But she's fucking in love.

I'm afraid that it's over.

I'm afraid that he's done.

Afraid I'll be left behind,

With my best friend gone.

My life is over.

I'm fucking done.

Who isn't behind me?

Everyone's gone.

4/5/16 4:54 PM - Beauty

Your hazel eyes.

The way they light up when I say I love you.

Your little button nose.

The way you smile when you're truly happy about something.

How you wave your hands around when you get excited.

That one little piece of your hair that just won't stay down no matter how hard you try.

Have I mentioned your mind?

Your tragically beautiful mind.

The pain you endure every day is hardly manageable,

But after fourteen years,

You're still here.

And I am so proud of you.

Oh, and when you sleep.

The way you wrap your arms around yourself, and cuddle up like I'm there with you.

The serenity in your sleeping state is so peaceful and beautiful.

And your absolutely stunning figure.

Don't even get me started on your perfect curves.

Every day, I imagine running my hands down your sides and being able to touch every inch of your gorgeous skin.

I imagine gently dragging my fingertips down the stomach that you hate.

How could anyone hate a body and mind so stunningly beautiful?

The instant I laid eyes on you I was speechless.

Dazed by the incredible person I was blessed with the chance to look at in these few seconds.

Now I sit here and watch you go about your day.

Everything you do is beautiful to me.

Because once you fall in love with someone's mind, you begin to fall in love with everything else about them.