I wonder
if my internet friends
would ever know
if i was dead
or a ghost.
I wonder
if boys
ever thought
of being
men.
Life could
just be
a sham.
Life could
just be
a dream.
I hope.

I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.

A strand
Its all I've got
Some people have
Some people have not
A strand is all I've got

A strand
Its all I've got
Some people have little
Some people have lots
A strand is all I've got

A strand
Its all I've got
My strength is failing
Win? Nah, probably not
Because a strand is all I've got

A strand
That's all
That's all I've got
A strand is all I've got

Love is described in stories as a fall
Deep into the unknown embracing all
The little things coming your way
And the blowing wind as it rushes past your face
Many people have warned against it
Some have been caught or have been hurt by it
The bottom is dangerous they say
Love is a trap in many ways
But though I know that love hurts at times
For to say that a fall does not hurt is a lie
It is a fall I take and gladly do
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Because I know I’ll fall into the waiting arms of you