I sat there and watched you sleep for a little after I wrapped you in my blanket and lifted your head with my pillow. You had all of your clothes on, even your boots and my coat. You just laid there, totally still, and then your finger twitched. I thought you knew I was watching you, but I didn’t care. I was starting to fall sleep, it was 6am, but I wanted to watch you because I knew it could’ve been the last time I looked at something so beautiful.
she was made up of shades of gray. a rainbow all in itself. as for when i looked at her, that was only color i could see. it was not a sad color, but it was not a happy one. a perfect mixture of white and black. a broken, hurt little soul healed by the little things life offered. a soul fixed by the love that revived her. but a love that broke her time and time again. i never did have the pleasure of calling that girl mine, but damn i wish i did.
Somebody who betters you. Somebody
who inspires and encourages you in love
and in life, who pushes you towards
dreams and goals you’d otherwise ignore,
who selflessly sacrifices their time to
helping you become a more courageous,
well rounded and happy human being.
That’s sacred. You hold on to a love like that.
