The less the better.

hatred.
pain.
distance between
your lips and mine.

And tomorrow
when you wake up
do not be afraid
to embrace the
empty side of your bed
and tell your heart
there are greater wars
to be won.

And I had no need
for wishing upon
falling stars
because you are all
I wished for
and you are here.

Never apologize for
being who you are.
Only you know the
depth of the ocean
you took a dive in.

Bruised.
Beaten.
Thrashed.
Yet,
you remained soft.
I think you
are made of water.

Imagine.
You. Me.
The stars.
You humming
your favorite song.
No air between us.
The night never ends.

Have you ever stared
at a blank piece of paper
for so long
it starts turning into
a concert of unanswered questions
posed by a teenager
who is awakened
about his sexuality
which was long repressed
under the secrets
he was asked to keep
the things he had to hide
the pain he slid under the carpet
with a smile on his face
he was no snitch
he liked keeping
the paper blank
he was a good boy
who could keep things with him
the boy was in deep sleep,
that boy, he was in deep sleep,
and now he is awake
he knows what he lost
he knows what's good and
what's bad
he knows
the world will question him
why he didn't speak earlier
why now
why now
why now
the world will eat him up
but he knows at this point
nothing matters to him more
than what he lost
than what is ahead
give me my childhood
give me my childhood
give me my childhood
he screams
he stutters
he cries
I am done
I am awake
I am free
it's time to color this page black
it's time to turn the page.