What I Saw

I'm sitting here holding you in my hands.
You are beautiful.
You are broken.
You are, at times, indescribeable.
For a moment, I thought I found someone I could trust.
I thought you were different, sweet boy. I thought you were so different from the rest.
And I know that I let my imagination get to me, but what I saw was real.
Could you tell me a secret?
What's it like to touch that which you do not know you are touching?
Because I want to know if it was worth it. What was soft and warm is now hard and cold.
Why won't you just jump? Leap free.
You can not stay here. You are not safe here.

I'm sitting here holding you in my hands.
You are beautiful.
You are broken.
You are, at times, indescribeable.
I want nothing more than to crush you.