There's nothing more important
Than you
When you tried to hold my hand but you couldn't reach it cause you have short arms
When we snuggled into each other
When you kissed me
You not only brought back a dormant part of me
But you ******* the British man
Your gentle smile and touch
To your honesty and kindness

It all is so beautiful
You are so beautiful

It is kind of blinding
To you
The boy who I was honest with
The boy who I let my guard dog down for
The boy who I trust
To you
I give you this piece of my heart

When given the chance to write ****

I thought

I pondered

I ******* reflected 

What is my purpose?

To be the alter who protects the lustful urges from reaching to the top?

Oh yes!

That's it!

My only purpose is to hold back some healthy thoughts

After all; all teens want to ****

Right?

When I was 16 I had already ****** 4 guys at once

And this boy

This boy

Is scared

Scared of ever having those feelings again

It's kind of sad

*** is great; the spotlight is on the one receiving pleasure

But he

He had other interests

Like this silly book

I'm no author but

He can do better things with his time

Like go talk to that cute girl with the E-girl haircut

Oh wait- she has a boyfriend

Or work out

Put on a bikini and show off your gorgeous body

Oh wait- dysphoria is a *****

But in all honesty

You,

my dear,

are the catch of a lifetime

Nothing can be similar to the feeling of holding someones hand

Nothing can be like petting your pet

Nothing 

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing is what is in my stomach

Nothing is what is wrong

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing is never in my head

Nothing is just a word

Warning this deals with topics of suicidal tendencies and eating disorders reader discretion is advised

Tick
Tick
Crash
Glass from the now broken picture frame rubs against my palm
I squeeze the glass in my hand
Harder
Harder
Till blood comes out
I place the ****** glass down on a piece of paper
And lick my hand to clean the wound.
This is what I deserve?
"Yes keep going"
The bitter taste of blood fills my mouth as I try to wash it away
"You wanted to eat? Right?"
I look around my room for some way to clean the wound
Tissues that had been used from previous nights like this fill my desk
"There's a protein bar in the left drawer, OJ, eat it."
"Stay out of this, Maxwell, we both know you can't do anything"
The two of them argue as I get up to lay in bed
"OJ you are nobody to everyone"
His words haunt my head as with the last bit of strength I have left
Take the glass
And with the blood still on it
I write no
"Left drawer"
"You don't deserve it, you are a nobody OJ you don't deserve to eat"
He was right
The next morning I gave the bar to a homeless man
To someone who isn't a nobody.