Answer:
he felt something snap his spine
roses and poppies grew from his skin
and out bled from his wrists a s/icide note of self-love.
he cried at his penmanship
an arranged marriage written by him unknowingly
for the hardest spouse hell ever have is his heart.
for your heart is so easy to unravel,
like a warm handknitted sweater you've cried into
or a magical starry night that will never cease from your eyes
because your arms are that galaxy
and hes just a dead star you wished on who only remained visible through your eyes.
so he'll finally fall in love with his beautiful brain
to love you fully.
