He holds me close and says he won't let go.
Whispers "its ok to cry, you don't always have to be so tough you know".
It's the first time he feels younger than his years,
thinking he can hold all the pieces together because of how he cares.
He asks me if I feel safe as I am cradled in love,
I am not sure if I should tell him that is what I am so scared of.
The more you need someone, the more they seem pull away,
and I have never wanted more for anyone to stay.