His white shirt with blue stripes. The tears i cry he gently wipes.
I noticed his eyes before his face.
I noticed he was whole before he filed the space.
He's a skater and when he rides that board i get nervous. He sweeps around the curves. I love him, i just wish, every fight wasn't over heard.
He makes me feel like I'm the only girl in the crowd. When there could be a thousand people screaming aloud. How can i love his scars that cover his knees. How could i live but not be able to breathe?
I'm not sure how he does it. How does he stay strong? When he holds me close knowing one day it may be all wrong. How could his lip ring make me high? How could i be the vision of his eye.
He's weird the way he chews his gum. How does he know I'm there before i even leave to come? He's like an angel with a big heart, i never feel alone even when we're apart. He's so in love with me. He's the the one.
How could he be the reason I'm bored but having fun? He doesn't judge me just sits aside. When i want to die. He makes me live.
He's not scared to cry and poor his heart out. I love him no doubt. He's a skater. He makes me nervous but makes me calm. I love how he can tell I'm sweaty in the palm.
He knows when I'm ready to cry. Off balance yes. But he's the reason I'm not alone. He's what i have to live for. Even though his lip ring is what makes me high. I'm not dead am i?
