Why him you might ask.

I miss him.... "Why him?" you ask He held me without making me feel scared, he touched me like I was more than the scars on my arms or the marks on my legs. He held me without disgust or judgement or redicule, he never pulled away or snickered behind my back. When he held my hand I felt like he wanted ti, jot just cause I askes for it, I felt loved and cared for and valued. He pulled me closer and made me feel like a choice not just a option. He was always kind and gentle and soft, so unlike many others. Around him i felt safe, protected, valued. I could be me without fear of judgement. I could be weird or clingy or childish and I knew I woudn't push him away. I felt secure in the fact that he was there, he was always constant, always present. Something steadfast in this chaotic world full of change, aways moving. He felt secure, I could always trust that he would be there. I knew whenever I needed I could just text/call and he'd be there. He was my rock during the silent hard times, the one I'd anchor myself on. Maybe it was to fast, maybe I moved to quick and got attched to much. Maybe thats what scared him away, the fact that I was always there, always texting. Yet he replied, he always replied. Everytime I spammed him with photos he looked at each and every one, he texted me goodnight and goodmorning. He walked with me to class and archery. He just evolved into my life, created a routine and always completed it. He could make me laugh when I didn't think I ever would again. He knew how to make me really smile, not something fake, not somethimg just for show. He lit up my eyes in a way my mom hasn't see in a really long time. When I saw him it was as if everything bad just dissapeared for a little while. When I was with him I could jist let go and be happy without being scared of keeping up a facade, becauze that was real. I could simply get lost in his eyes, it was like a blue vortex of love. So beautifull, so kind, so sweet. It made my brain go numb and dissapear. If I got lost in them I would not have complained. It was always so inviting, so warm and comforting. He was always warm, always willing to share. He was raised right, to be a gentleman, kind. There are a million words I could use to describe him,but non could fit perfectly. I could have a dictionary of every discriptive word in the world and it still wouldn't be right to explain him. No poem could be perfect enough to describe him. No novel could do justice to his heart. No poet could even come close to describing him. Shakespears poems pale in comparison to him, no amount of words could justify him. And speaking of words, no poem from no author could perfectly capture the way my heart yearns for him. No author could ever encapsulate the way he makes me feel, the way ny heart skips a beat whenever we touch. No poem could ever come close to describing how he makes me feel. No romance novel has even come close to describing how I feel when he is near. The suns surface pales in comparison to my body when he is close. Nothing could ever replace that feeling of joy when I saw his face. No matter how beautifull the sunset is, it won't ever come close to his eyes when he smiles. No song can replace the sound of his voice. No ocean scene can take away from the beauty of his eyes. Poets have said for generations that when you fall in love your heart will forever stay qith that person. He is that person. No matter how far away he moves, or what happens in life, he will always have my heart. He took it when he first held my hand, and I won't ever get that piece of me back. So yes, a piece of me died when he left, and she will forever be in the corner of my mind. Sincerely A lovestruck poet