Desperately clinging to anything who would reach past the thorns he would surround himself in, a little bit of affection and he was hooked for life.

Lost and searching for a purpose, all he needed was some comfort. Yet as much as he craved the attention, the moment you gave too much he would bite.

“Stop lying, you don’t need me.”

He spat out, but he stayed still. Begging you to reach out for him, unwilling to reach out but wanting you to reach for him.