He wore leather jackets and jeans with holes in the knees
Collarbones were prominent underneath band t-shirts
His cheeks were sunken and his cheekbones sharply cut across his face.
Smoke clung to the fabric of his clothing
And although I am against smoking
Seeing him with a cigarette between his lips
Brought me to my knees
Never had I imagined someone could be that beautiful
...But he was beautifully broken.
His eyes gave him away
His hard exterior and angular features couldn't hide the look in his eyes
So vulnerable and tortured that my own eyes stung with tears
I could see in those eyes that his love was without subject
In that moment I wanted nothing more than to be that subject.
This boy didn't know how to love
Not himself nor anyone else
He was closed off and tormented
For his love in the past was abused
And ripped from his grasp
False hope bloomed inside me as I considered the possibility of myself being the one to save him
And the one he would change for
My conclusion is that I am masochistic for desiring someone who was so bond to hurt me
I knew I would fight and give up everything I had and could covet for him
Because I was engrossed by this boy leaning against the brick wall
So captivated by his beauty that I forgot to tell him I loved him
Or even hello.
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PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
