hes alway there.
when ever im in pain.
one the of same
hes there to remind me to breathe.

I think hes beautiful, but he doesnt believe me.
i wish i know wht he actually thought of me.
if i was a wasste of time, space or breath.
or if i had the same effect on him thst he does on me.

i feel his pain.
i feel his heart, beating in her hands.
he loves her.

but yet again.
he reminds me how to breathe.