His tears are still on my hands.
He didn't want to tell me that.
Little does he know,
it's exactly what I wanted to hear.
I'm glad he let me in.
It helps me to make sense of him,
to put together the pieces of a beautiful working mind.
But he's still crying in my arms.
I want him to feel better,
I want to take his pain,
I want to carry the weight myself,
so he doesn't have to.
