Ink Stained Soul…

He was broken.
From things I knew nothing about. There he stood before me and all I see is the beauty inside him.
Hard from life.
Walls around him made of regret, pain, betrayl from himself and others. A heart so closed off. He doesn’t see that it’s keeping him held captive.
He overpowers me with the Enigma of his presence. A masterpiece that isn’t broken just put back together different than me.
Transmitting his song to my soul.
I wasn’t there to save him, nor he to save me.
Seen and accepted was all that was required.
Pushing to be the best of ourselves.
I didn’t seen those broken pieces.
I just saw him.