She is beautiful, you know

She had fire in her hair,
storm clouds in her eyes
and ten thousand unsaid promises
dripping from the end of her tongue
as she traced her fingertips
across my bare skin
in a sentence that could
never be finished

I loved her in that moment, you know

As I witnessed the scars
that latticed her soul
and her milky white flesh
sing me the story of her pain
How I wanted to kiss all her fears
and heartaches into silence
as she lay beneath me and
the blanket of stars
that shrouded our souls

I knew she wasn't mine, you know

She is far to broken to ever
let me love her the way she deserves
but oh how I've adored
the shattered shape of her heart
as it pulsed so enigmatically
under the caress of my palm

She's beautiful, you know

You may not see it,
you may see the storm in her eyes
and the thin red lines
snaking their way around her body
from so many failed attempts
at trying to feel something real
and pass her off as another broken toy

But she is beautiful, you know

And I have loved her