Him (not so much a poem but still from my heart, head, and hand)

He was an intensity I could not contain but could not walk away from. His presence demanded to be seen, heard, and felt. He was a world wind of emotions that wrapped himself between every muscle and bone in my body. His anger, his sadness, his passion and his love was never a gentle current, it was a tsunami of destruction. It consumed me, Empowered me, Controlled me. His life was always judged by his ability to act disconnected-unhurt. He used humor as a foundation that he perfected to fool the ones closest to him. He was popular by his own creation and masterful in whatever was thrown at him. He was a beautiful, unattainable, heavenly sinful man that believed no one could ever truly see him. But I see him. I see him with every shred of strength he uses to lift up his heavy, tormented heart. I see the despret want to rest his tired eyes and broken mind and finally feel some form of peace. I see the thoughts never spoken from his lips, his disconnected heart aching for another beat that would protect it. I see it. I see it all. I only wish he would see it too and realize he is not alone. He will, for however long I live, never ever be alone.