The kind of boy who is kind to everyone but himself
The kind of boy who's heart is just as fragile as you thought yours was before he claimed love upon every piece of ground you trailed footprints on
The kind of boy who will give you a hand even if your fingertips are lit with blazing fires to the touch
The kind of boy who will tuck your insecurities into bed and politely make certain they'll never wake up again
The kind of boy who will blow you glass figurines with only his eyes of everytime you smiled at him; even if all you blew him were shapeless balloons with all of your two hands
The kind of boy who will love every ounce of life in you even if you are the only reason of turmoil in his
The kind of boy who would rather see you take a machete to his neck than a razor to your already broken enough wrist
The kind of boy who is mine.