i know a boy
who sits behind me
always tapping his pen
tapping
and tapping
fingertips spelling

i am anxious

i know a boy
who walks me to class
looks at me before I leave
his foot keeps
tapping
and tapping
and I keep waiting

for him to tell me goodbye
so I can go to class

i know a boy
who cannot stop

like a car alarm on
christmas morning

like police sirens
underwater

a boy
afraid of the pause
the rest, the wait, the halt
the slow motion of eyes meeting,
elbows accidentally touching
words becoming deep breaths,
hesitating instead

I know a boy
who is still a child

and over and over,
i loved him "still"

Dark shadows
That is all he sees
He cannot see the good,
The green leaves upon the trees

He does not even notice
How the sun can shine so brightly
How a day can be so beautiful
When nature smiles slightly

No, all he sees is the black of night
and the ghouls that hide among it
The monsters clawing at him
Reaching to where he sits

If only he knew he is the creator
of all those awful things
And brings it upon himself
the horrors that they bring

I have tried to show him
That he can fight the darkness
He can save him from himself
And he can be victorious

But he has no ears for my words
He has no sight for my actions
He cannot see the good
In the world around him

If only he would give it
just a single chance
He'd finally feel happy
He'd hold a happy stance

I will still remain
I will try my case
To open up that door for him
That will release him from dark space

Nervousness speaks true thought
turning fresh air to gold as it travels
across the pub interior ether from
rough pale lips to your rouged
set, sitting tidy in front of me.

Shaking fingers shake hands with
thoughts and nothing, melding something
of answer to your question you asked
I think twenty-five minutes back,
I know not of Richard Feynman, please explain though.

Come the occasion of a plane crash or
shipwreck, can I sink with your voice
running soft laps around my head?
At least then your intonation's tread
and heel's step of educated well-read
can offset any pain caused by a wing in my thigh
or a timing belt leaving my tongue tied and wrapped.

I for years been considered a social reject heck  once you accept your identity its hard not to question it   because i have tried to be nice and caring to everyone not to much a veil  
Being a reject has perks your looked down but when you pull something off you hit out of the park
and respect is shown to you i am a reject fighting the system of what THEY want guys to be  is always about what THEY want you see i do not care because i am  reject who's life has been tough since birth so who' deserves chances more people who are handed everything that is given or someone who has to scratch and claw for everything they get in there lives you can answer that

You’ve paid for somewhere pretty to smoke
yet not realised that your decorated,
thin cold icing and sweet to taste, lips
will be ruined from every second cigarette ****.

But I forgive you
because your eyes are olive,
tried and tested and true.