Her.

She has a beauty she'll never see,

But everyone around sees its clearly noticeable to me.

Hazel eyes that could pierce a soul,

If I lost her, my heart would be less than half of a whole.

She has a kiss like no other, but that's not what I like,

It's the little things, like how her hair falls in front of her eyes, and how her face looks in the moon light.

She looks in there mirror and in return doesn't eat,

If she only knew how perfect she already was though, from her head to her feet.

Her minds a never ending library, full of book references and quotes,

She's a scattered, wild, beautiful mess, which I'm trying to let her know in this note.

But it's hard to let her know you see, and you may ask "Why?"

Because if you put all I have to say in books and stack them they'd go a hundred miles high.

She's special you see,

She shares some of the same things as me.

A body of scars, fresh, healing, and old,

And behind every scar, a story untold.

She's got demons in her head,

But I'll fight to save her from them until I'm dead.

Because she's worth it, and she's my closest friend,

To protect her I'd even risk facing a bitter end.

This is sloppily written and bad, but I hope you see,

Just how perfect her imperfections are, and how much she means to me.