Broken beauty

She was a broken beauty and I couldn't help to fall in love.

She was imperfectly beautiful,

her face was carved by angels,

her eyes were made up of crystals from which you could witness her soul.

She was gorgeous, but she didn't seem to know it, she was awesome but couldn't see it herself.

She was talented, madly creative, she was made up of stars, of this passionate energy that exploded inside of her, this sensitivity that made her both happy and sad, that sometimes built her up and other times destroyed her.

She was hard to handle, but not in a bad way, her emotions were too strong on every sense, she was a unique soul, the type that's hard to understand, but so easy to love.

She was messy but brilliant, a star that would often die just to be born all over again;

There were no in betweens with her. She loved intensely, felt deeply, laughed loudly, and cried like it rains.

She was brave... She was strong... she could pass by as fragile, but she wasn't. Her weaknesses were her strengths, what made her fall was what helped her stand up, what tore her apart was what made her shine.

She was born to stand out, meant to make a change...

She was a little insane... And I was afraid, terrified to loose her.

She was a gem, a treasure, an unstable star...

She didn't belong to this world, she danced along with her art...

yet she had a self destructive side, and I... wanted to save her, hold her, protect her, I tried to control her, but she was free like a bird... she couldn't be saved... I had to let go, all I could do was love her, and that's what I've done... and what I will be doing, forever.

- Adriana C Nava S

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