Letting down my guard is like letting down to surrender. It's like I wasn't pretending to be her.

The lack of my measures was like trying to find my hidden treasures.

Hiding behind the altar even if I couldn't bear to show him the alter.

Words may hurt and fragile but it blurted the example of it being so gavel yet it became like a gravel.

Staring at my wounds that I can't bare to compare was more than just having them there.

His sacrifice was more than He was right.

His sacrifice brings us closer to fight.

But His Vulnerable was here even when it's was like living without all the air.