THE POINT HERE, like a freshly sharpened pencil, sharp, ready to rewrite your life, is that you’re already fallen. i’m not supposed to let you fall anymore, your wings are MELTED TO YOUR BODY and i don’t know how to fix that, so i struggle to hold you up with my own demons clutching at my feet. i’ve never really understood KINDNESS, bravery or selflessness until i held you in my arms. i’ve made a vow, you can’t fall anymore, i love your smile too much. i’m just a broken kid TRYING TO PARADE AS A GOD, but you’re a real angel and i’m sorry about that but i love everything you are. if you take my hand, i can promise that I’LL FIND A WAY to make it through this, you and i.