Escaping with Stick Boy *re edit

It was at that moment,
trapped there on that log,  
he asked,
asked me if I had a plan
and would it hurt,
with me replying
yes I had a plan for escape
and yes it would hurt him lots,
nearly falling off with laughter
as he ignored my remark with a sigh,
Proceeding to carve out a rough
map of our glorious escape route.
  
It was at that moment I realised
he never saw me as others did,
saw through all that makeup,
ink and bravado, saw through
the hardened shell;
It's usefulness long since
depleted as this normal
relaxed life beckoned my thoughts
as feelings for him grew.

It was at that moment I realised
what true love really meant to me,
never was it about the shell of a person, what people see from day to day,
but what's ghosting underneath;
the unspoken words that transcends
between two on a level that others
seem oblivious to.
  
It was at that moment
I told him again how much I loved him,
watching his smile joining mine as he stopped carving the laying his life
on the line scenes of stick boy falling
and kissed me before showing me
his map for the two of us

"You're silly" I said

"Go on then..
he said without stopping
chip chipping away

"because"  

"because" I said again as I kissed
him back
congratulating him on such a
glorious plan.