on the inside,
he is insecure,
on the outside,
he is shy.
he is constantly feeling
lonely,
like everything
is his fault.
he hated that he treated her
wrongly,
that he never told her
he loved her enough.
on the inside,
he hates himself,
on the outside,
he's too lonely.
he is always sorry,
always,
for the small things,
always.
he is too shy,
too far away,
too lost,
and he needs her.
behind his eyes,
are stories he will never speak of,
but thinks of,
every single night.
behind his eyes,
are memories too painful,
to speak of,
to anyone.
behind his eyes,
is pain,
pain that needs to be taken away,
because he deserves better.
To someone who never fails to make me smile everyday.