There will be days he's going to think it's okay to hurt you.
His eyes are tornadoes, his voice a hurricane,
He might even destroy you.
Some nights, he hears voices that don't exist.
He is a sum of pieces scattered in lonely hands,
He is growing thicker skin, he will never be easy to love,
But I know his soul can't bear to be without yours.
He will put you first, some days. He never really learnt how to show his love.
He carries kindness in the palms of his hands.
His shoulders have wounds that stitches or your kisses can't fix.
I hope you can make tulips grow out of his emptiness.
It's 4 26 am and I'm writing you this because you need to love him
Not break him like this
It's going to be difficult, but love him still.
I do, but he wants you.