"why are you so nice to me?"
you should have known it by now.
I've never said the words but I'm sure I've shown it somehow.
In the trembling of my voice, in an embrace, in the care in my eyes when they look on your face at the tears that live down your cheeks to die at your lips.
I would have them die at my fingertips.
And I can't wait to see the person you become when you're already so brave and so strong. All the joy you've ever wished for, call me when you find it.