Mysterious

Hes simply beautiful.

He is broken, like a beautiful piece of glassware you're mother owns.

You can tell just by looking at he's eyes, I could get lost in them forever.

You'd think just by looking at him he's popular and had girls falling at he's feet, that's so far from reality. He's alone, not pyschically, but mentally.

He thinks nobody cares. I care.

Why can't he see that? I'm here Laying next to him, I watch he's slow but steady breathing pattern.

I never thought it could be something valuable and important to me, but it is.

He's breathing, that's a gift in it's self he just doesn't realise it yet.

I pretend to be asleep when he starts to stir. I never imagined he'd be so calm and gentle. My hair is scattered over my face covering my eyes and mouth.

I feel a warm touch my skin, he slowly and carefully brushes the hair from my face as if he's scared to break me, I feel him leaning in and connecting with my forehead. He's lips ever so soft it's definitely something simply blissful.

I move slightly at he's touch, how could someone so broken be so beautiful?

He's hand intertwines with mine, we fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece.

He's skin is so soft and smooth, every touch sends chills down my spine.

He's so gentle and careful with me but why? He's so dark and mysterious!

He thinks I don't know.. But I do.

I can see the scars and Bruises he tried to hide, but I can notice everything about him. How can someone who is imperfect and have so many flaws seem so perfect an flawless to me in my eyes, after all .. He's simply mysterious.