A man who doesn’t run away from his own demons wouldn’t let me run away from him either,
And that’s exactly what I like.
I like a man who isn’t afraid of a little force,
Breathing down my neck as a constant reminder,
Your voice echoing in my head because another man looked at me,
My wrists barely painted on with a tint of rose by your fingertips…
Tears fall down my face as you coat me in your art.
A man without strength is nothing but a mere shell to me,
And I’ll be here as long as you keep me alive.