Her.

Every time I see her smile,

I can feel it flashing into my soul.

Every time I see her look at me,

My heart skips a beat.

Every time I hear her say my name,

I feel honored to even grace her presence.

Every time I see her frown,

I always try to turn it upside down.

Every time I see her cry,

I hold her in my arms and say 'everything's alright.'

Every time I see her cut herself,

I break down and cut myself too.

Every time she hugs me,

I feel as if the world isn't here.

Every time she grips me close to her,

I feel as if she's my protection from my own storm.

Every time she holds me close to her chest,

I hear her heartbeat;and it's the most amazing song I've ever heard.

Every time she sees my heart broken,

I know she's thinking about how she wants to fix it.

Every time she sees me cry,

I know she wipes the tears off my face.

Every time she sees me cut myself,

I know she'll cut herself too.

I love her a lot.

I really do.

But it's hard to know two facts.

The world didn't want us together.

And she wasn't even mine to begin with.

Author's Note

I'm really worried...really am.I'm going insane.And over her...

Reviews

[Alysa]

Beautiful.