It’s not that I’m boy
Crazy. Or desperate for a crush.
It’s just driving me
Crazy. That I’m so unbeloved.
And I don’t want to be a
Maybe. I want to feel like I’m enough.
Cause when it’s
Daily. There’s pain
in the absence of touch.

I’m not ******* boy crazy,
I just want to be loved.

The way you’re talking,
I feel like I’m going bankrupt.

We’re lost in stalemate.

How many masterpieces
does it take
to make a poet?

Wonder's got me counting.

Itchy with the feelings I
can't express.
A 'burst' would be more
Elegant than this
Silent implosion.

Brought into existence for
Thought's sake.
Never to be uttered.
Never to exist in a
Shared plane.

In blurred sight,
I see your faces in the light,
and we're looking at each other
in -3.