his laughter, something you could never stop hearing. that smile burned itself into your memory, making sure you never would forget. he was god himself, in the form of a scared teenage boy. he was the kind of love that grew out of the grass below your window sill. the kind of person to make you believe that struggle was just in your imagination, that you could be anything you wanted. he was a bird. he could fly into your life almost as quickly as he could leave. he could pick you up and show you to the highest places, but drop you from such heights suddenly. He was all to expect out of a helpless boy.
he was different kind of pain. A pain that lasted years, something that never stopped burning. a heartbreak wrapped up and stored in a pretty blue box. his affection could make you float across galaxies and make you believe that you were the one. that you could finally be the one to break his heartbreak ways. but he was a beautiful soul trapped in the ways of his father. trapped with the idea that he was bound for destruction. that nothing good could come out of an alcoholics’ son. just a broken mind, with shattered hopes.
with pride and grace she could show you all there is, all there is to wonder. she carried constellations in her fingertips and sadness in her lips. dust storms were trapped in her brown eyes and with one look she could have you bowing. yet with one phrase she could have you laughing, have you in love. she was magnificent. she held beauty where others could only dream. she was one of god, one of love herself. she was beauty.
words pile up in the depths of her mind, she could speak to you with elegance. she could make you believe any lies that spilled out of her mouth. she could show you that laughter was child's play, showing you the meaning of life. Words would charm you into staying for another round, even as you feel yourself start to fall, you cannot bear being without her.
She was a hurricane of hurt with a heart of gold. attracting lovers was easy making love easy. she lived in a painful world where love came a constant but feeling was rare. fearing the outside she would stay bundled up inside, away from the world. away from love. she could make you feel thinks no one else could, a little fear and love mixed together. a combination bound for doom.
Read or don't, this is a appreciation post of all those that hurt and loved me.