I love you just the way you are, but you don't see you like I do. You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect. Trust me, perfect should try to be you.
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His day had started beautiful, with a fleeting thought of her many escapades, bringing a soft smile to his mouth. A fond memory, almost as beautiful as her.
It went downhill from there, though to be fair, the only thing better than her memory would be her. The criminal element of Trenton had chosen the very day to act like the delinquents they were, by noon he was neck deep in paperwork.
His heart thudded loudly as it tried to escape his chest, another one of her cars had gone off the grid. He ran out of his meeting, uncaring that this was one of their biggest clients. There was nothing more important in his life than her.
She was a silent fighter,
With a demon in her lung,
That stole her breaths right from her,
Before they'd hardly passed her tongue,
He arrived at the scene to see her, so strong, so fierce, so brave. He was yelling at her, but she had a careless look about her, her fires burning too hot for his breeze to blow away. But then, second by second, moment by moment he broke her. Bit by bit, he chipped away from her, feeding on her soul.
He was a silent fighter,
Who was always taught to share,
And held his breath when he was with her,
Just so she could have his air.
He walked to her, being unable to bear the agony of her losing another part of her soul. She was too important to this world to just fade away into nothingness. God spare the world, because the day she breathes her last breath, the world will be made to pay.
He pushed him away, it wasn't much of a hardship, and pulled her into his arms, sharing his strength so that he could have her light.
The day had started beautiful, but in the end it surpassed that, because she was worth more than her memories. His night was beyond magical, and it will forever remain that way.
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A/N: Poem by Erin Hanson. Story by me. Please read and review.