The Greatest Mistake

There was something perplexing about this beautifully tragic boy,

An enigma which I tried but couldn't wrap my mind around.

He was as complex as arubix cube and as ominous as the roaring sea.

His eyes told a story greater than any novel,

Behind chartreuse gems with ecru specks there was an entire universe,

A galaxy of cosmos, and starts, a place waiting to be discovered.

His face layers with a forest of stubble explanding from one cheek to the other

Encompassing the dimple in his left.

His lips were rubbed raw and chapped from his habit of nervous biting.

His hands calloused from hours of labor.

His crevassee in his right hand as deep as the Grand Canyon and flowing like the Red Sea.

His shoulders slouched and hands in his pockets decieveing the observor from his 6'4 frame.

He was broken in every sense of the word, but he was my grounding force

The only thing keeping me upright.

There was a beauty behind shattered appearance

Something so raw and powerful it illuminated the night sky

And as I stood there with him light from the street lamp cascading his face

Cloaking his body in an angelic form

I knew in that moment I had never seen anything so etheral.

He was my savior, my Nirvana, the lesson in ever sermon's speech.

He was the thoughts at 3 A.M  where anything feels possible.

He was the calm right before the skies open up and unleash hell on the world.

He was the rising sun and the granite moon.

He was everything that was mediocre and rough, but he was pefect

And it was there I realized I would loved him even after my last breath escaped my lips,

For a beauty like him was an anomaly, the greatest of mistakes.