You think he might love you
When he recognizes the monsters in your eyes
And stays until they turn into faint whispers
On the back of your mind
Instead of running away
And leaving you behind

You think he might love you
When you catch him looking at you
A question dancing on his face
Permission reflected on yours
And your soul has never felt so exposed
As when your lips are fighting his

You think he might love you
When, late in the day, sitting on the rooftop
You look over the edge and find that
You might be falling
And you realize
He might be there to catch you if you do