He is that guy!

His sense of humour is shit. His physique is disproportionate. His way of speaking is unchivalrous.
His dreams are morbid. His past is frightening. His eyes are silent. His walk is lousy. His height is average.
He is that guy!

He is thunder and lightening. He ignites all there is in you. He makes you melt. He is wild and fiesty. He is mild but nasty. He creeps into you and sinks in with time. He makes you want to love and hate yourself. He is a child. He is that guy!

He is comforting. He is soft. He is caring. He is a protector. He is around when no one else is. He is profound. He is sensitive. He cries. He is powerful. He is lively. He is life.
He is that guy!

He disappears. He is promiscuous. He is stagnant. He is cruel. He walks out on you. He is moody. He decides. He controls. He is indifferent. He is inconsiderate. He is a blur.
He is that guy!

He stays. He cuddles. He cooks. He expresses. He writes. He reads. He kisses. He smiles. He understands the hunger in your eyes. He is a fool. He is a clown. He is a mask. He is a clone. He is perfect. He is a wonder.
He is right out of a romantic movie. He is his audience. He is fragile. He is human. He is that guy!

He is angry. He is unhappy. He is fire and also the ashes of consequence. He is the remainder. He is ignorant. He is beyond. He is distress. He is a nightmare. He is that occasional teardrop. He is the negative. He is black with a smear of red. He is heartless. He is an asshole.
He is that guy!

He is my longing. He is a dream. He is love. He is an angel. He is distance. He is separation. He is existent in a world unknown. He is a paradox. He is the paradigm. He is change. He is not mine. He is that last wish. He is guilt. He is nostalgia. He is a fond memory. He is on the other side. He is crass. He is the greener grass. He is a snob. He is a womanizer. He is all I want.
He is that guy!