Two types of love

Painting a portrait of his heart

But really this man is trying to make her deceive what she should not believe

She’s afraid of getting hurt but wears her feelings on her sleeve

She wishes to say

Can you love me just as hard if i’d rather talk some stuff out

He rather talk with his hands and his body but doesn’t see the pain that brings about

She says

In the morning wake me up like we died in each others arms twelve hours prior

But he does not hear, her he only sees her , the physical , what he craves and desires

He says that actions speak louder than words

He doesn’t mean action , he means he wants some action , despite the attraction , she longs for passion

Not only is he incapable of giving her love

but he is not worthy