He’s afraid of the ocean because he doesn’t understand why the shoreline deserves to be kissed every time they push the waves away. He thinks we’re all going to die and it’ll be for nothing; that will live to fill up empty spaces like headless bees with a desire to sting the very first thing we touch. He believes that these limitations and politics are pointless because apparently keeping your hands to yourself was something someone made up because they were crookedly insecure about themselves. He looks up at the sky and hates the moon because it doesn’t burn bright enough to cover up all the secrets that the stars hold. So he blames the system and closes his eyes and goes to sleep. He listens to renditions of the same story told in fifteen different ways and is captivated every time because its so simple and so easy to have someone teach them for you instead of sleeping on a bed of blades. He doesn’t even walk he saunters and nods as a hello and wears baseball caps because maybe it’ll shadow the lies he wears creased between his eyes.
He isn’t real, no matter how many times you touch him.
He’ll claim that he is a bearer of the sun and that the light is the ode to freedom but you’ve never in your life kissed anything so cold. He’ll whisper to you and you’ll want to whisper back, but you’ll find yourself driving home screaming at the top of your lungs because you left drunk and he was more worried about his career than your heart through the windshield when he could've just drove you home himself. He’s Pinocchio and you’ll end up wishing he could lie better So you could feel like a respected lady just once. But his tone reminds you that the only kind of love a boy like him is made for is the kind of love that leaves you bleeding and wet. He’s an empty auditorium full of reverberating echoes and you’ll spend your time waiting sitting wondering when the show will end— Not even realizing that the jokes on you. You could’ve drawn the curtains at any point in time but you didn’t because he was smiling And nothing in this world is as lethal as his smile as he tells you there’s nothing to be afraid of
Those words are bullets and you weren’t wearing any armor.