Schizophrenia (Blossom Tears)

Her

I hold her tight. As tight as the security of a billionaire's money ward. And just like that, I want to protect her, keep her close. She's my most priced possesion. I never shift my gaze from her. I watch her every move. Every time she curls her fingers, touches her hair, smiles that beautiful smile that makes the sides of her mouth curl up into the most perfect shape. Everytime she moves and her hair swooshed a little in the wind and bounces up and down when she walks down the streets. She doesn't know how beautiful she is. She doesn't know.

Her large, double-lidded almond shaped eyes that seem to sparkle when you look her straight in the eyes. (Only look at me.) Long, luscious eye lashes that don't need mascara to bring them out. (They are only for me.)A delicate nose with a nose bridge that is straight like a playground's slide. (You're perfect.) Hair so black that it seems like a black hole in space. (I could get lost in it.) Indescribable lips that are the colour of blood. (They belong to me.)

Blood.

And she's all mine.
Mine.