he hides his demons and

broadcasts his angels for

me. i can see it in his eyes.

he is petrified of being

weak, but cupid's arrow

has pierced his heart 

so many times, he's

bleeding into my arms

still. he can't run and

he can't hide from the

feelings swirling up

inside, he cares for me.

he can show it, even if

he doesn't know that

he can show me when

he hates the world too, 

and i'll know it's not

because of me. his

demons are his own, 

they don't scare me.