Coffee Break

The Science Boy

His face glowed with poison, the type of poison that would significantly hurt you but not guaranteed to kill you, his aura blinded you while he guided you towards him. Impossible to get out, but why would you want to? He is the definition of perfect in my head, to anyone else he is not: but why would I want people to see him the way I do, they'd fall for him too and I don't want competition, I could not handle losing him now.

His sharp features making it hard for me to look anywhere but his beautifully defined face- his jawline immaculate and razor edged, his eyes a wonderful type of blue and green maybe even a tint of butterscotch, his pink lips soft and smooth  I have trouble holding back on kissing them.

I can tell you already he isn't trouble, not your typical bad boy, he doesn't do anything that purposely causes disturbance. He doesn't mean harm- but yet it follows him accidently causing issues with other people- he worries a lot almost too much but that's not his fault. It never would be. Although he is followed by danger, he is also is escorted by a small light, keeps him company when he is lonely and sad.

He has been hurt before by people that love him, why would anyone harm such a lonesome soul it baffles me. But he's gone through hell to be here now, and that light is a reminder that he is never fully alone in the world: he just needs to look up at the sky, night or day, and understand that there is a whole universe out there waiting for his work.

Passion is what drives him, mainly what to be insane? He is the only one who truly knows what's going on in his fucked up head. I don't know what it is that makes him so magical or difficult to really understand: maybe it's the way he pushes people away, maybe it is because he refuses to let people see him for how he truly is, they key to deception is a war in someone's head. 

He was the one, I thought, that might get me far in my life: he gives me such an adrenaline rush that my whole body shakes with love and happiness, he is the one that drives me to be a better person and carry on surviving. I never want to hurt his pure soul even though its never guaranteed that I might, I refuse to believe that while I am with him that will happen.

You can tell by someone's eyes what they're thinking about when you really know someone, it's easy- just like touching his face with my hand or looking into his smiling eyes- his thoughts however are cloudy and worn like he's been holding onto them for such a long time he cannot bare to lose them, or he will lose himself in the process.

If that happens I will help him search, no matter how long it takes. He will be himself, one way or another. I'm by his side, maybe not physically but I will be there whenever he needs me. Always. I will not let him disappear out of my life, not now not ever.