COLORS.

deux

most boys

maybe one day,

you'd feel that every crooked edge,

imperfections and flaws of yours,

are what i loved about you the most.

you're not  like most boys,

who would stand in front of that foggy mirror to style their wild hair,

and puts some concealing on

to hide the dark circles that sticks out the most.

you're not like your friends,

who were tough and will stand their ground,

and will smile at their problems.

you were idle about fashion,

three minutes of shower is fine for you,

and a bit of decent looking sweaters to fill up the awkward look.

you were soft,

oh so fragile like a small damp of water can shatter you,

refusing to battle your demons and whimper

in a painful way i break.

but fear not,

i will always love you,

even  if you're covered in paint,

even if you're not as artistic as they said you'd be,

even if you're filled to the brim with imperfections.

it's funny how

i found a new kind of beauty

in your unruly hair,

disheveled shirts, pale complexion,

your veiny hands and ail-looking inky eyes,

the dark spots beneath them,

and your gentle, chapped lips.

may all your beautiful paintings

that you wanted to burn

hang on the dry walls of my house,

along with pictures of the beautiful you.

may i kiss those delicate cheeks,

until those salty tears dry.

let me hear your faint sobs,

and i'll envelop you in an embrace,

and i'll make sure to share you my warmth.

may i make you realize, 

that all about yourself that you hated,

i will continue to love them until you do.