Yes, I like girls
Yes, I like boys
No, I don't like to toy
With people's hearts
I find them quite fragile
No, I'm not agile
I won't steal your love
No, I don't like three or above
I like girls
I like boys
I love myself
And I'm not a toy

easily
I am forgotten
torn apart
similar to nothing

back of the line
I receive no praise
like snow melts
in driveways

I break my back
you steal the brace
preventing me
from winning first place

what's the point
in this senseless commotion
I have no fans
you have extreme devotion

I am becoming less relevant
In the eyes of the ones I love
Maybe it's just my brain
Shutting down

He posts photos of nature
Does he love her more than me?
She betrayed my friendship
Does it mean anything?

I'm just a one beat song
In a world of musical beings
Writing down words
With awkward spacing

I call poetry my love
I have no idea what I'm doing
Everyone has their someone
I just wish my someone had me

I sketch out lifeless figures on notebook paper
As if they will receive some sort of praise or justification

I am unaware of the people around me
The suffering they all face

I sit
Heavily caught up in the waves of my own self absorbant prophecy

Why am I so aloof?
Who is there to stop me?

Myself?
I will remain untouched

By the pounding fist of progress
I will lay

A lifeless figure
Gently sketched out on notebook paper

I don't know if I treat myself the way I do
because of me
or because of you.
But, I sure as hell know the feeling of being half-******
is better than the feeling of being alone.

I love your black hair
and the way you stare
at me
before we kiss lightly

I love your blue eyes
your hands on my thighs
and your fingers in mine tightly

I love the way your kiss tastes
the shape our legs make
when our faces
are pushed together slightly

I love your heart
and I love your face

I love you
and I love the shape of your waist

the way your hips curve
the way your hair falls

I’m lucky to be in love
with you at all