He was the epitome of stay away.
The guns, the knives, the tears, the deliveries.
He was the boy that screamed allurance,
the one that parents told you to stay away from,
the one that no one took the chance with.

But there was something about those eyes,
that smile,
the way he spoke.
That hidden side of him
that he wouldn't show anyone,
but me.
The Adam of the Beast,
The one that held you close and couldn't stand to see you cry,
the one that wrote poems and whispered reassurances in your ear,
the one that performed his own songs on guitar, crooning the night away,
the one sending you roses.

And yet,
Even with the violence and the danger,
I love all of him.