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 Apr 2018 Caleb Bearbower
Piotr B
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
"I'm a boy," he mutters away from the others and winced as he looked in a mirror, his reflection not what he wanted.

"I'm a boy," he said quietly, almost ashamed to say as he came out to his best friend.

"I'm a boy." Tears filled his eyes as he announced to his parents, surprised when they accepted him fully.

"I'm a boy." He can proudly say, years after he had kept it all in, he can show who he truly is.
Just a small story of an accepted boy
with the weight of the world on my shoulders,
hands scrabbling at my back,
i wonder when i stopped being icarus
and took on the role of atlas
and if it was foolish of me to wear wings of wax
and expect them not to melt

i miss that flying freedom.
feeling on top of the world, soaring through a blue sky
with you, my apollo, a guiding light;
an enveloping warmth,
it felt like nothing could touch me
even on the coldest nights

i knew enough of science and mythology
to know i'd fall hard,
that candles drip and melt
and when they melt, your skin burns;
i knew that looking into the sun
would surely make me blind

it didn't feel like such a hazard at the time
i've never had 20:20 eyesight.
the blindest man is the one that refuses to see
and why see when i could feel?
throw caution to the wind, take flight...
i flew and i fell and i loved so i drowned
 Mar 2017 Caleb Bearbower
ali
the word CAUTION is tattooed on the side of my rib cage
and i know you're going to try to barge in anyway
with your muddy shoes still on, spilling your insides
all over my floor
but, it's okay
I made sure the universe knew
to not let you in anymore
i know heartache
but this.....is more
painful punishment
never felt before...
a ruthless torment
my heart blighted
damage derived from
love, unrequited
It hurts....
Love,
A fickle word for a fickle heart
Dark and light,
Red blood pumps through life
Affections and attractions
Loss and conquests
Beasts in the night prowling for a mate
Primal and unclean, natural and fated
But in this body of flesh and bone
Something beats in this heart different, pure and alone
A kind of love
Bottled up inside of the walls of my soul
Love years and years established,
Loyal, gold, unwavering and cold
That strengthens me and cripples to the bone
Unwitting and unwanting
But how can I not?
Your kindness, your pureness, your gold-
Inspires a love that cannot be told
Companionship that lost its platonicity  
A friendship too close to be friends
Or at least for me,
*****, muddy, loud and imperfect
Basking in the gold light of your smiles and laughter,
Freckles and love, kindness and friendship
Too sweet to taste
For what am I
Afraid alone and trembling
In front of a mirror of all of my worst dreams
I reach for you,
My finger tips almost touch
But slip away just like rest
And there he is, behind me,
Reaching for me in the way I reach for you
I could turn,
Take the easy road
But it’s hard when my heart is planted firmly beneath my feet
I wish you would turn to me,
But it would be out of pity,
Such as it would be if turned to him
He is not bad,
He is kind and honest
But my heart feels not fully for him
I cannot sing him a single sonnet
I cannot give him what isn’t his
For him,
I feel a darker love,
An unsure love
The flame that burns before my face
But you, your love burns,
Miles away,
Pure and bright
Starlight in the far of sky
That I could not reach if I tried
So I will smile,
And let you go,
For of my love
You must never know
But I do not want to lose you
And that is what I’m scared of most
To your other I’ve lost you
To your lover you turn
Have you forgotten me, your friend?
The one who held you, cried with you, encouraged you?
The one who loved you?
The one who loved you first?
The one who loved you so much she thought she was cursed?
Am I gone?
We have but a brief flash in night,
A lightning strike left resounding in sky,
Before we leave here for good,
And must say goodbye.
Please, don’t leave me here right before the finish line
Don’t forget my lonely heart,
Turn
Grab my hand,
Lead me on
And you will never hear this song.
Starlight in the sky,
You never need say goodbye,
But the sun is rising,
And I’m not ready to say goodnight
Hold my hand
I’m scared
I don’t want this to end
It must I know,
But still please promise to always call me friend
And so
I’ll take his hand
Try the dark fire
Let go of dry land
Surrender to the fight
It feels wrong
It isn’t right
But without your stars
I need something to guide me in the night
He says i love you
I think we have different definitions
He loves the idea of me,
My body, my face, my ambition
We push and pull
Like the tide of the water
Dominating and battling
Fighting and challenging our prides to the slaughter
It’s been great fun, but the fun begins to fade
For even the brightest fires
Eventually burn away
And your stars seem so distant
More impossible to reach by the second
Because your stars are already gone,
Burned away millions of years ago,
And now I just bask in the afterglow
Of what once was,
What could have been.
The truths, the lies, the sinless sins
I love you, that I know is true
But what kind of fool am I to fall in love with you.
Ping!
New Message.
I'm beaming
The minute I see it's you.
Click Click Click
Message Sent
Just a simple
How are you
Ping!
New Message
How was your day?
Ping
New Message
I miss you!
Ping
New Message
I love you!
Click Click Click
Message Sent
I Love you Too!
Click Click Click
But not the way
You love me
Click Click Click
I want to kiss you.
And date you.
And hold you.
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I'm glad we're friends. :)
We've all felt unrequited love
I've just felt it more than most.

Maybe I'm guilty of loving too easily
Maybe I'm guilty of caring too much
But is there really such thing?
Can a person really be guilty of loving too easily?
Can a person really be guilty of loving too much?
Guilt implies some sort of crime, some form of offense
Who have I wronged?
Surely not myself
Surely not her
Maybe my only true guilt is in thinking that one could ever really be "guilty" of love at all
Because even in this type of love - in this unrequited love - beauty prevails
Surely there is no guilt in beauty.

I love her
She doesn't love me
I know this
But is this not still love?
Does the thought of her not still keep me up at night?
Is the thought of being with her not still the one thing that gets me out of bed every morning?
Of course it does.
Of course it is.

I love her
She doesn't love me
But that doesn't negate the beauty of love
For to love someone is like nothing else in life
The rush of adrenaline every time I see her face is above all others
The high that I feel when I think about her is like no other high
It's not about how she feels
It's about how she makes me feel
It's about the lessons that she has taught me
Lessons about selflessness
Lessons about persistence
Lessons about myself
Lessons about love.

One day the thought of her will pass
A relationship merely a fleeting thought
But a love that will last forever
Because unrequited love is a love like no other
A love that teaches what it's like to love
A love that cements the beauty of love in the imagination

Indeed, there is beauty in the unrequited
And for that, I have had one of the most beautiful lives that a man could live.
I am over you
that's what I keep telling myself
every day and every minute

But I can't help myself
from seeing you in every place
and every single small thing

That somehow reminds me of you
like the colour of the earth in your eyes
and the sound of life in your laugh

Every day and every minute
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