Noble knight arms himself with half smiles that fill the spaces of conversations he can't find words for

He, indelicate yet so fragile you'd think his bread bits would crumble neatly into a pile of precious innocence

He's a sunshine boy so bright i had to sheild my eyes
I hate it when tears leave his eyes

I wish to sit behind him and draw pictures on his back of all the things i don't know how to say

"Sampson. Do you ever pretend your life is a movie cause you'd rather have happy cliches than tragedy?"

"Yeah."