This Boy

He wasn't dressed in armor.

He wasn't dressed in a suit.

He wasn't perfect in anyone's eyes.

Then he found me. 

Lost and confused he said "Hi" 

Now I'm stuck here, glancing at what feels like my safe haven.

Brown perfect orbs, with crazy hair and a voice like silk.

He's stared at me for hours.

Wandering why I'm so in love with him.

Says he's weird, imperfect.

That's why I'm madly in love, he's broken, like me. 

Hands bigger than mine, and soft yet rough. Perfect. 

He's feet ten times my size, he says it's "cute". 

People say we're odd, that's why we're perfect together.

This boy has became my savior. 

He's soft lips lingering around my own.

This boy, wasn't dressed perfectly.

He may not be perfect, but he's perfect to me.

And for me. 

Long conversations about nothing.

I don't know if this is love. 

If it is, I'm madly in love with this boy,

with brown perfect orbs, crazy hair, and a voice like silk.