You've been here before.
The place where you stood before him
With a hummingbird in your chest    
And an outstretched hand
Waiting for him to grab hold.
But only after minutes of hesitation
Did he finally latch on
Only to shake his head,  
To regretfully tell you,
"This is my home."
And as you stared into the forest
Of his eyes
Your heart broke
Because you understood.
With the lightest brush from yours lips to his
And a bittersweet tear stain on your cheek
You started a single set of footprints
On the road you had blindly hoped
You'd never walk in solitude again.

he was always misunderstood
no one tried to be with him for good
if you’d ask him what he likes
look at his eyes, notice the sparkling lights.

don’t leave when he says he wants to be alone
hear his voice, its sound, the tone
he was always misunderstood
hold his arms, hug him tight, i wish you could
because if i were you, i would.