There are years worth of puncture wounds on his soul
Does he feel them with every rise and fall of his chest?
Someone knew exactly where to scar him
So that nobody would see how much burden he has been left to carry
I am close enough to know that everything is not as easy as he makes it out to be
Sometimes when he holds me and I run my fingers through his hair
I think her hands might’ve found the same place atop his head
One day they still may
But for now he unwillingly holds this heaviness

I plead sometimes
Let me take it from him
Just for a little while