I like his voice, his laugh, the bravery that he unintentionally coaxes out of me. I like the shape of his mouth and the softness of his lips.
I like the way that he walks; hands in his pockets and facing the floor. I like the length of his eyelashes and the freckle on his ear that I once mistook for a piercing. He is beautiful, so beautiful.
But the words that tumble from him are twisted and cruel, He is not soft and golden like the hairs on the back of his neck that my fingertips know all too well. The butterflies in my stomach are trapped bats which tear up my insides when he smiles at me.
I crave his outsides, as he craves mine. He filled a gap, and now it is time for him to leave.