Perfect...?

To me he seemed a mystery, nothing more than a mystery.

He gave a smile that to someone else might have been the first window into what he was hiding, but of couse to me, a perfect stranger, it was a smile.

As I watched him, I was mesmerised by the perfection that went with each movement.

Nothing was wasted, nothing required effort.

I was entranced by my mystery; I used 'my' because I didn't want to think of other people watching him.

However, he was not mine.

I slowly became aware of the people who surrounded him.

I slowly became jealous of the people who surrounded him.

If I could just get closer to him, if I could just be one of those people.

I could be one of those people.

I could be perfect.

He very easily let me slide into his life.

I was one of those people, but I realized that even to us people he was still a mystery.

I wanted to be closer than those people.

I poked and poked until I was the most important person to him.

I finally got past his mystery, but I didn't like what I found.

He wasn't perfect.

He was just like everyone else, except he wore a mask.

Behind his mask he was normal.

Well, it wasn't quite normal, but it wasn't perfect.

If I had looked harder I would have understood why he wore the mask.

If I had looked harder I would have seen the bruises.

If I had looked harder I would have seen the scrapes.

I would have realized that mask was the only thing keeping him together.

But I didn't.

I rejected him.

I stepped out of his life as fast as I could without looking back.

Without looking at his face.

Without seeing the pain he didn't even try to hide.

Without seeing the newspaper article about him.

Without reading about his death.

Without reading that it was suicide.

 

Reviews

[Aleekae]

I like it :) It is sad :( lol One thing I'd change is that you repeated yourself a few times; simplicity isn't a bad thing :) detail was good for the most part && you've improved a lot :D Keep it up Ashey!

[3OH!3]

grate poem i like this :)