Why
am I here?
Lying in a bed that
hasn’t been made in weeks
trying to wake up
the boy that’s been asleep for just as long.

Abuse to my muse
that’s locked
in the cage behind my chest,
while attempting to steal a heart
that’s already in the palm of another.

And maybe
if I close my eyes with my hands,
I’ll go back
far enough
that when I sneak a peek
through my fingers
I'll find that I’ve never played this game before.

You loathe your last name like a throat full of pain.
When I speak out the letters, a cringe you constrain,
And tighten the wrinkles on top of your brain,
But apologizes naught, from my throat they will stay.
The beauty you hold and forever remain,
Is given back ten-fold and never contained.
The sound of your brand you needn't abstain.
It does not define you, your beauty remains.
Like Helen of Troy or Aphrodite aflame,
Off the tip of my tongue you are one and the same.
Have faith in my soul and the words I proclaim,
Your name on my heart is forever engraved.