he had castle walls for arms\ his way of speech were my windows to the outside\the days tallied on my wall showed in the dark roots of his bleached hair\ his temper the bridge that collapsed a long time ago hurting the others that were once close to him\ but he never once hurt me\ those who looked from afar saw a tough fortress\yet none of them knew how beautiful the inside was \he had tapestries over the broken parts of his structure \ had placed fresh mint in every cracked skylight \ i will never forget how his fairy lights lit up his palace like his smile did to his face\ outsiders thought he was a danger and maybe he was \ but he always held me with such grace and care, like just one drop would shatter me \ he used to stand in his towers and watched over me making sure nobody would make that mistake \ sometimes i lay down dreaming about that castle i called home hoping that he still does
