he was only a boy
yound and bold, unable to be dragged down
smothly surfing along with the tide flow of life
searching for nothing other than love.
he spent his days thinking about her
a perfect smile
and charming persnality all together
he often drempt of her
but never before had he ever once experience her
in real life.
but once he saw her, he was sure he had found her.
all he had ever wanted and more
she took his hand and lead him deep into the dark pit of hopeless first love
he fell for her
but she caught him multiple times
she said she loved him
he was sure she was the one
untill one day she let him go
and grabbed hold of the hands of another who she found physically more appealing
and from that day forward a hairline crack appeared along his fragile heart.
because in her eyes he was nt a boy who wanted to love her
he was a toy who was traded in for a new version.
he saw her, and he knew he had found her
the real girl in his dreams, she had to be her
everything hed ever wanted
she kissed him and carressed him tenderly every moment the two spoke
she never wanted him to let go of her
her loving touch fueled his strive for perfection.
untill one day, she too let him go
because of physical appearence
and the hairline cracks in his heart were once again pried open
untill, once again, he found her.
the girl hed been waiting for.
she stiched up the gashes in his heart
with her face glowed brighter than the sun
her independent sperit
her admiration for him.
he dreamed of being with her forever
of falling in love
but when he held back physically because of his bleeding heart
she refused to stay any longer
and threw him out with the rest of the trash
ripping out his stitches
allwing the scars to bleed out onto his wrists
because he finally realised himself
he was not good enough
he had tried to love
it was his only intention.
he wanted to be loved
but all that came to him was infactuation
the pain of loneliness shot through his veins
and he tried time and time again to slice them, to bleed them out
but it was as if the his body supplied double the cold sadness
and half the warm crimson blood.
the girl stopped coming to him in his dreams
he slwly understood she didnt exist
no one could love him for anythig but his appearence.
untill one day, he met her.
to the world, she was the opposite of perfectin
her stormcloud gray eyes fogged over by her scarring past
always pointed to the ground
her smile was fake most of the time,
curling up at the edges at the most
usually to hide the fact that she wasnt okay.
you could tell in her soft voice that she was haunted inside
by her inner demons and self loath
but there was something about her...
that caused him to be drawn to her.
she looked at him like no other had before.
he felt not just warmth-but feelings and clarity when he stroked her wrist
that of which had scars matching his own
he wanted to fix her
he could fix himself.
she said she was a broken toy
she asked him, tears rolling down her cheeks like glistening rivers of despair
to please not get caught up with her.
she begged him every night
t please find another, to please stop loving her so.
she did not want him to leave
but she knew it wasnt fair to him that when he went in to kiss her cheek shed pull back because his face mrphed into fear and volnerabillity.
she couldnt help the fact that when he held her hand she could only think about her parents misery, and her mother crying softly as she promised her baby girl love was a lie and it didnt exist.
she loved him with a burning hot passion of the sun itself
but she could not get herself to show it
so she built a wall between him and her
distancing him ever so slwly
so he wouldnt get hurt.
but he loved her.
she didnt want him for his body or face or any physical features.
she made him feel like a better man
and he swore
and wou;d continue to swear to this day that
she made his scars heal faster.
oh, but what is there to do about