he’s the type of boy who makes his mark then leaves,
he’ll build a garden in your heart,
just to burn it to ashes once it’s complete.
he’s the type of boy who tells you he loves you
after only a few days,
and although you find it peculiar how quickly a tree grew from a seed,
you suddenly love him too.
he’s the type of boy who says beautiful things
to leave you speechless,
and although roses are commonplace,
you let him plant them while their scent enchants you.
he’s the type of boy who can lie to you
and make you believe it,
and although you’re cautious of thorns,
you now have plenty piercing your skin.
he’s the type of boy who will always blame himself
when something goes wrong,
and although the flood destroyed the flowers,
you find yourself focused on the storm.
he’s the type of boy who can make you do anything
with an “i love you” and a kiss,
and although you never liked the sun,
you will sit in the pretty garden until your skin burns.
he’s the type of boy who will one day stop watering the garden he created, and he’ll disappear and come back with a torch.
he’ll set the whole damn yard on fire, and he’ll leave it to burn.
he’ll make you watch, and while you’re distracted he’ll escape, never to be seen again.
he’s the type of boy you should never fall for,
because he’ll destroy beautiful things, including you.

— analogous (via depresant)