sad boys

i am the epitome of you,

"what is your name?" i ask, guiding and protecting him by holding his hand.

i felt comfortable, i had big hands and he had small ones.

i asked him if he wanted to sleep in my house for this week.

he hesitated at first, but he had no where to go.

i wanted to take care of him, he deserves so much more than this.

he deserves the world.

"my name is not important."

and then he stopped walking, dropping all of his things to the ground as he sat down the street's sidewalk.

i got startled by his sudden actions.

"what's wrong?"

he sighed.

"is this even necessary? you can't take care of me, i'm blind, and i'm gay. i'm worthless and i don't deserve anyone, including you." he lowered his head down as he continued to speak; "just . . . go home. i can sleep here. i can die out here, no one would care anyway."

if you hurt yourself, i get hurt too.