It hurts.

It hurts when you look at him,

when he smiles, when he laughs,

when he's happy,

when he talks to you in the hallways.

Its like looking at an angel,

newly fallen from the heavens,

innocent and bright-eyed and flawless.

Except you know its not true,

that he's not flawless,

you know he's as damaged as you are.

And maybe that's why it hurts to look at him,

because his scars match yours

and the match is so perfect it hurts.