he

is a broken boy

that refuses to be one.

I

am a dying sun

that only wants to shine.

we are both the same,

except,

he never came to the conclusion

that he is broken.

only felt it.

and I

came to the conclusion long ago

before a young boy should

and have lived with that fact

ever since.

but this dream boy,

has turned me upside down

and inside out

and is making sure

there is no broken left.

and his golden boy

is flipping him around

and spinning him in circles

until he realizes

that he doesn't have to be broken

anymore.

I hope it works

and we remain

because I can't watch my dream boy

be captive to nightmares

and I can't feel both our pain

without combusting

into a beautiful mess

that the night will hide.

I love you, nico di angelo;

please don't be my boy with

scars that are scattered in

pieces in him and on his heart

and body of snowy flowers

anymore.