Broken

Never meets your stare, never searches that glaire. Never embraces your soul, as his hug never catches you whole. As if you did never mean much and he never fully enjoys your touch. As if he's always on a role or his stay was never truly meant to hold?

Never kisses you because you feel like, though always answeres to what you want, might. Never draw his fingers through your hair, or does anything you hoped he'd dare. Needs you patient like ever before, if you truly want him for ever more?

Always calls you at the end of night, as to drift his guilt for wanting someone else tight. But at least he would never let you down and always fears you wont stick around. Never shares you his early past, and if, he'd rather mumble it than scoop through fast?

Never shares his tiny flat or shows you pictures or sorts out his map. Prefers the city or open shore, never crowded places with friends or more? Then ask yourself this for your own sake; do you see the true him or the one that's fake?

Does he smile much and keep you safe, or only tries to and keeps you on the edge? Does he show his love for all you're worth or keeps his heart locked with all his hurt? Will he ever talk to you 'bout what he feels, will he ever listen and come back to what is real?

Dear, if you can't answer it's rather clear; he's one man broken and soaked in fear.