he's the one that knows everything that is you and he is like half <i>[sunny]days</i> spent inside because he burned easily and you didn't like the feel of the medicine between your fingers when you rubbed it on his skin.

You are tired and shaky as you lie next to him on a bed filled with <i>[half]forgotten</i> ghosts and almost[remembered] stories about when he used to want to stay up late like little kids and just [talk]

He is a deformity forgotten because it doesn't [really] matter that he can't hold you the way you want him to after a long day spent taking care of him. <i>{it doesn't really matter}</i> but it does.

You are almost done with all of this and you wish you could give up, but obligation won't let you leave him all [alone] with himself because you know it scares him more than anything to be without someone.

He is <i>{never knowing what he is}</i> thinking when you stare at him from across the room because he refuses to talk about what is really bothering him and that <i>[bothersyou]</i> but you don't know why. {Because he's supposed to trust you with his weaknesses}