An Angels Tragedy

Maturity

He's intriguing to my young soul. It pains me to whiteness his broken pieces surround his skin. Nobody stays, they fill him and then leave just for his already broken self to tear apart into more. I am here for him now.
"Are you going to leave me?" He sobs against my cheek.
"Some day, but not because of you." I confess.
He furrows his brows on confusion and his forehead creases in slight pain.
"Why do you love me then?" His cheeks flush.
"You're broken." I feel his gaze upon my face, obvious pain and tension springs off of him.
"What do you mean?" Questioning my statement.
"You're broken, I will not promise to never leave. You will." I smile.
"I will never leave you." He grits in slight pain.
"You will. I am ok with that, I am here to fix you. I will glue you together and watch you spread your wings and fly when you are ready." Admitting, in attempt of reassurance.
He says no words but his eyes are a novel.
"I am here to love you. I will teach you what love is, I will fix you, and I will watch you leave. You will leave happily and ready. Do not worry about me, you will be happy and then I will wait for my person."