Beautiful. Broken. Bandaged.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

You cant fix someone who is so beautiful, but so broken with just a bandage.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

All those late nights talking about his future, getting his mind off the here and now and focusing on what's to come. Putting out the positive side of things even though you knew he wouldn't look at them that way, but giving it a try anyways.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

Remembering all the great times you had together. The date nights, the adventures, the silent but comfortable car rides, the dances, the hugs and kisses, the days where we were so tired we just sat in his bed. The day where he told you he loved you.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

Meeting him for the first time and seeing a sliver of his skin noticing the scars all over, and being impressed for his strength so far. Wanting to help him realize the importance of him not hurting himself anymore, but showing him that those scars are scars of strength not weakness.

Now I don't know wether I should be happy or sad for him, cause all i'm feeling is the pain that he left behind.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue, and now he is the most beautiful angel there is.