i was a cringe teenager (not much has changed)

(1) sensitive.

he is sensitive
and he cries over silly things.
he is delicate like a feather
light and pure.
he is fragile.
so soft sometimes i'm afraid that even my love can break him.
the raw innocence in his eyes
the eyes that carry emotions
the eyes that carry pain
the eyes that carry unsaid words
those eyes that capture your soul
the ones you can't help but be captivated by.
he is magnetic
attracting all the energy
all the dreams and all the beauty.
he has a pull stronger than gravity.
his words
his touch
he'll leave you begging for more.
he is the kind that takes your breath away.
the kind of beguiling it will make you cry.
he is graceful and elegant.
he is heavenly and electric.
he connects with everything on levels unknown to the ordinary eye.
he is intoxicating and calming all the same.
he is his own kind of art.
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~Muskan x