Strength
It isn't every day that I admit this
But he doesn't have all the faults
I give him during "Trash-Hayner" time
He's got more to him than being a lamer
He has this magical ability to
Take a punch like a God
As if the collision is what makes him beautiful
And the marks left behind keep him that way
He can never compete when it comes to brute strength
But his mind can work faster than it seems
He can dodge most times
If I give him the chance
I'm not a guy for mush
And I don't really think he is, either
But there's something different
In the air, here
Today I saw him crying
His father had died or something
But then he laughed it off like it was nothing
That, right there, is strength
Sometimes I catch him looking lost
But he is always ready to throw a punch
And tell me to fuck off
Of course, he can't curse in front of Olette
She tends to beat him up for that
I bought him an ice cream today
We sat together on the clock tower
Just staring at the sunset
We didn't talk
Just sat and enjoyed each other's company
Then the dam broke
The tears flowed and he clung to me
We fell backwards and he had managed to pin me down
Our ice cream forgotten
He vented to me for the upside of an hour
Hitting me and crying
Until I tried something new
My hand didn't punch
Didn't bruise
Didn't maim
It brushed through his hair
Those brown eyes focused on me seriously a moment
And he stared with open-mouthed wonder
He learned that night
That I can be very gentle if I want to be
It takes a certain strength to appreciate something hidden
But we found it
AN: Another entry for the CamoBeanie contest. This time, the prompt was 'strength'. :3
