Her
Everyday she thinks it’s her last.
Mistreated, misunderstood, misguided.
She thinks she deserves nothing.
But that isn't the case.
She is beautiful, kind, and sweet.
She hides its from others in fear of being hurt.
For she has been hurt by a lot in the past.
Hopefully she will learn to open up again.
Her smile is like a sunset on the last autumn day.
Her eyes glisten like a endless shimmering ocean.
Her hair flows with the magnitude of a beautiful fawn.
Her laugh is like an orchestra of angels playing in sync.
She is taken for granted.
Torn and belittled by the ones closest to her.
She’s afraid to open up.
For she does not want to lose another.
Then came someone.
Someone who thought he died and was seeing an angel.
He doesn't deserve her but she doesn't believe that.
He wants to treat her like a queen for she seems like royalty.
He trys.
Slowly but surely.
To win her heart.
And drag her out of the darkness that has consumed her.
She thinks he is saving her.
But it is the other way around.
She is his last hope for love.
He realizes this and tries even harder.
She fights against it.
Against the fact that anyone could love her.
She believes she deserves nothing.
But all he wants to do is give her everything.
Her beauty can only be described as something told in legends.
Her tenacity for what she loves is something I strive for.
Her kindness for people is something I wish I had.
Her heart that has been demolished by others is something I want to rebuild.
She is a star in the night looked over by others.
She is a fallen angel that heaven regrets losing.
She is a diamond in the rough surrounded by insults.
She is a person who is treated worse then a mutt.
Every cut, every scar.
Every negative thought.
Every suicide attempt.
Every addiction.
Everything is because of others.
Your parents think they are helping,
but they are making it worse.
Your friends think you’re fine,
but that is the problem.
Your ex’s think you’re awful,
but that is their opinion.
Your boyfriend thinks you’ll survive,
but he know’s you won’t.
You are the air I breath in.
You are the blood flowing through my veins.
You are the thoughts racing through my mind.
You are the purpose of me putting one foot in front of another.
Even as I write this, it can’t escape my mind.
That you could be gone.
That I won’t ever be able to get lost in your eyes.
That I won’t ever be able to see your smile and smile myself.
That I won’t ever hear the woman I love.
-Jorge
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