Clever

About the kind of boy your mother warns you away from.

You always liked them

just a bit too young.

Young, insecure, and

a little stupid.

 

Is that why you hold me

at arms' length? Because I'm

clever enough to see you

for what you are?

 

 What are you?

 

You're certainly not

a monster; you're just as

broken as I am, just a

scared little boy.

 

But somehow, in my

twisted heart of hearts,

I love you for it.

That's what you're afraid of

 

  isn't it?

Author's Note

There's really not much figurative language here, it's quite literal. Weird?