He comes to me each day
And each night
To talk about you
And what you do.
He's so confused.
He loves you,
And you can't see that.
Perhaps you just don't want
To admit to yourself
That someone could
Love you.
From all that he's said,
I can tell,
You and I,
We're very similar.
We're both afraid.
His pain is my own.
Each time we speak
My heart aches for him.
It makes me want to cry
That he feels the way he does.
You can't avoid his questions.
You can't keep stringing him along.
You'll break him.
He may seem strong,
But even strong ones
Have a breaking point.
You are what he wants.
You are his breaking point.
And I won't let you break him.

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