There is a weight on my head
I am perfectly capable of lifting it
I could toss it away at any time if I so desired
But to lift it would disturb me for reasons unknown
Performing an action such as venting the frustration and uncomfortability of the weight lifts it in a more pleasant way then forcefully moving it away
The weight has not been completely removed
But it is slightly more bearable
Perhaps I could gain the mental strength to leave my bed and rid myself of the anchor hooked on my skull
Or I could continue annoying others into doing it for me

I can no longer bare to read the words I wrote for you
For I have betrayed my past desires
I once wrote "how much can change in a week" when I didnt receive enough of your attention
Pretty bell boy, so much can change within just one day
And to write such things and overdramatize a few interactions is pitiful
But I am impatient and cannot help where I am pulled
And though it probably wont matter much to you
And you'll never know it
I am sorry

I am so painfully tired
I long to push this feeling of immobility below
But I have not the energy to do so
How bitter is love to grant me joy
And then carelessly pull it away from me
Love is my drug
But this too I shall overcome
My words have no structure here
But I say them anyway
The night has made me lightheaded and aimless
As if I am in a drunken stupor
Farewell friends
I am off to tame the ever changing love

One
Two
Three
Poems for me
One
Two
Three
Poems for he
One
Two
Three
Just like his name
One
Two
Three
Dont break the pattern
One
Two
Three
And we continue

A boy so simple and bland he hardly deserves a title
A little hunter boy fascinated by a fish
To get its attention he asked many questions
His bait was a stare and a shallow dip in the water
The fish didnt bite
But the boy waded in farther
Curious, the fish swam in close
Cozying up to a potential friend
But suspicion soon crept in
That true intentions were hidden
The boy said no
That it would never be so
But a few days it had been
And his affection had dimmed
The boy had enough
Of the poor fish's love
But what he didnt have was the courage to say goodbye
Murky blank eyes confessed what he couldnt
But dare he admit the fish was right
To soften the blow he gave a false prize
Promising to continue to greet his short lived companion
But all that was given
Was the poor mans rendition
Comprised of occasional apathetic glances

The little hunter boy still lurks by the ocean
Entrancing the passerbys

The fish peeks out of its reef of stars sometimes
To watch him continue his ways

But silence

A bell rings in the distance

I asked you to make me crave you again
And you did as I asked
Only to tear me apart once again
Tell me to stop one last time
Brainless boy

I'm drowning in the newfound freedom of returning to the words I once left behind
The words allow me to sink further into my mind
The words embrace me like an old friend
The words comfort me when I cannot run to a past lover
When I cannot cry on my friends shoulder because he is more troubled than I
Cover me in my blanket of words
Let me rest
Let me only be woken by one that could console me in a more pleasant manner