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  Sep 2015 Aidan
Marcus Lane
Don't cry, this kiss is a kiss goodbye.
Don't cling, it's time to part.
Don't look at me nor ask me why
I've taken back my heart.

No questioning, no pleading;
No door remains ajar.
No doubt your heart is bleeding
Now, and wounds of love will scar.

Don't hope to ever turn back time,
Nor resurrect the flame
Of what became a pantomime
Of love, in all but name.
© Marcus Lane 2008
Aidan Sep 2015
Each morning I wake up more alone than before
Hoping it was some
Drug-induced dream
But I wake up alone
Ive never felt a gentle touch
Stroking my feelings
Kissing my brain
Holding my confidence proudly
Ive never felt a gentle touch
And it gets to you
I will never feel a gentle touch
Because im not worth anyone’s time
Or patience
Or breathe
Or thought
Because I roll over on my side everyday
*And wake up more alone than before
Aidan Sep 2015
When I was 6,
For Christmas
I wanted a nail polish set
That is for GIRLS
My mother shrilled
When I was 7
My parents found me in
A glittering princess dress
I had felt beautiful
You are a boy
Boys don’t wear dresses
Oh and when I cried
Boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
Boys do not cry
Because crying is
For the weak and only
Girls cry
Showing emotion is
A flaw but I’m
Designed for flaws
From the beginning
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was
My idol and Fran Dresher
Was my mom
Women are treated as
A lesser being and
As an insult
And I’m sorry
I’m so sorry that I have
Enough respect for women that
I want to be in tune with
Myself and that
I looked up to women during
My childhood
Was surrounded by
Athena’s and Medusa’s making
Men kneel before them because
Women have a key
To unlock their souls
Women are warriors
And I want to be
A *warrior
Aidan Sep 2015
Everyone armed
Oral ammunition
Taking easy shots
Not a one missing
******
******
******
Pop       
    Pop       
Pop        
I want to hear the music
That finally ends my silence
Im not a ******
Im the ******
Im the one your
****** promiscuity peaks
You know your Mom
Has suspicions
Trying to tip toe
And sneak
around the
Subject at hand
Im a man and bleed like you
Rouge in water
Wine stained teeth ready
For my end of days
Because I can hear it
Whirling down throat
Aidan Sep 2015
Anxiety through the roof
Sweaty shakey palms
Concentrated sweat
wiping X’s off my hands
To get glass of Jack
And lean back and relax
Another ****** relapse
Of the mind losing my time
Another ******* pointless line packed up
Like im homebound passed the
Disease around
With more depression and stress
In my legs quivering
Knee caps busted
nitroglycerin  
combustion in my chest
Because no one is ******* listening
Aidan Sep 2015
Hands clasp perfectly together
     A grip can’t be broken    
Flawless face drenched in auburn silk
     Cold eyes engulfed by charcoal-dipped cotton, searing a gaze into   memories      
Skin softer than water
     Each touch painting off-toned purples and greens    
Lips quiver in excitement
     Jaw clenched tighter with each painful glare    
One walks free
    *One forever marked
i wanted to avoid using pronouns/ gender specifics

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