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HE IS BEAUTIFUL
he is beautiful.
how he smiles,
the way he laughs,
in such a him way.
how he nurtures me,
when i cry,
a
nd tells me he loves me,
'forever and always.'
when he writes me letters,
ones that depict his love for me,
in the prettiest way
in the prettiest words.
he is beautiful
and he is mine.
but..
even beautiful things
cannot be perfect.
beautiful things,
usually,
are the things that hurt us
the most.
he is beautiful
even when he beats me
until i bleed.
when he ignores my screams,
and laughs at my tears.
beautiful,
even when telling me
the most hurtful things
jabbing at insecurities
that only he knew of.
beautiful when,
hes whispering into my ear,
that i'm useless,
nothing more than his toy.
when he says he'll change
for the millionth time
and even if i know
its a lie
its a beautiful one.
he is beautiful
because i love him.
