he is beautiful.
everything about him.
from his nose to his lips to the veins in his neck.
from the way he talks to the way he thinks.
he is beautiful.
the way his tattoos line up perfectly
and the way his heart beats in his chest when hes nervous.
he is beautiful in the way he talks about something he admires.
he talks about it like if it disappeared he wouldnt be able to get out of bed for weeks.
the way he moves.
he moves in such a way where you could stare at him for hours and be intrigued until your body started to decay.
he is so fucking beautiful in the way he thinks.
he thinks of everything as i think of him... beautiful.
he thinks that everything in the world is beautiful.
he thinks life is love and everything in between.
he reads between the thin words written in the lines.
he knows the way other people think and bases that on life on which he loves.
he is beautiful.
he is beautiful in the way that you cant read him by just looking at him.
you have to look into his soul and dig around for a while before you truly find him.
he is beautiful in the way that you would never be able to guess what he is thinking, because it is simply too advanced for ones ordinary mind.
he is deeper than the depths of the pacific ocean and you can just drown in it.
but you dont care about dying in the depths of his mind because you want to soak in the pain of it. of his beauty filling your lungs until all of your air is gone and lost in the abyss that is his mind.
he is beautiful in the little things; way his rings fit his fingers.
the way the shiny metal with random imprints lay on his long fingers.
he is beautiful in the way he puts his hand through his hair, and the way he laughs sometimes when he does it.
its a beautiful fucking thing to see him happy.
he doesnt look like it, but he can laugh so hard it looks like hes dying and it can bring tears to your eyes because you dont think you've ever seen someone with so much joy stuffed into a five foot eleven body.
and the sound that his laughter makes could quite possibly end everything that is wrong in the world and make it right.
he is life changing.
he is inspiring.
he is beautiful.
and he is simply too far for me to reach.
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a depressed girl's guide to shitty poetry
Poetry- poems written by a hopeless romantic (all poems are by me, so please give credit if you use them <3)
