Gone too soon

The skin I'm in, didn't flinch at my twisted truth.
You held the part I buried in you.
You never tried to rescue me; you just let me breathe and let me be.
You said real ones don't fix their feel; they see the cracks and know what's real.
You bring out the most of me, the part I lost in tragedy.
And when you look,
You look so deep; you wake the soul I put to sleep.
Beautiful souls them recognize, through every mask,
Through all disguise.
And when they link, it feels divine,