I look at you and see all of the ways that a soul can bruise, and I wish I could brush my hands down, across your back, and light lanterns along your spine, so that you know that there's nothing but light when I see you.
I can feel it, just from a glance. I can taste it, across your lips.. it's in your slowly shaking fingertips, as they trace down my form. It's in your eyes as they tumble down, that you're so sure. Please don't tell me that i'm the only one that's vulnerable.. Impossible.
It's never enough, to just try. It's never too tough, to give up on us. I won't let anything break what we've got..
-Your exception.