I could never wrap my mind around it. How could someone keep such a genuine heart after it has taken such beatings? Pain to him would be pain to me, and it's not like the others. For the others, yes, I cared, but for this one, I'd take the blow for. Hell, I wouldn't hesitate to take it twice as hard. He deserves the security his eyes have given me. He deserves happiness, and I'll try to keep him happy if he'll have me.
Time is slow with him; I can take my time to admire his subtle beauty, his stance, his gaze. He's enough. He's more than enough. And if there ever comes a day when I have fulfilled his need of me in his life, I'll never take any of it back. I'll care quietly, while my heart aches loudly.
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Sunsets
PoetryJust a brief description of a boy and how he has become each sunset I encounter