Your eyes
are my favorite color
dark and sultry -
a magnetic force,
that pulls me in.
My favorite scent
is your skin
against mine
in the early mornings -
before the sun,
kisses the sky.
My favorite sound
is your heartbeat
when it's racing,
when it slows down -
quite often
I like to believe,
that our pulses
are in sync.
Your hands
are my favorite
pieces of art -
the way they intertwine perfectly
with mine.
I could trace my fingers
against yours
for a lifetime,
and never become dissatisfied.
Your lips
are my favorite taste -
I love the way
they become chapped
from placing
too many kisses,
on my skin.

Let me tell you about how I feel,
I promise not to bore you,
If you promise to let me heal.
I've been bullied,
Attacked,
Ridiculed,
Hated,
Pushed to the breaking point,
Because of the words that have been stated.

I've been shunned and ashamed,
Labelled with names,
That do not justify who I am,
I have been ignored and refused,
And verbally abused
By people who I thought would understand.

Am I a part of collateral damage?
Another scar from stereotypical carnage?
The bullets took off,
But yet you all forgot,
About the boy who took every single shot.
I told you I'm fine,
Because after all I'm defined
To act like nothing has happened.

You're probably thinking,
Wow this screams for attention,
But if that thought crossed your mind,
You're in serious need of a certain lesson.

I don't expect you to change your ways,
But to consider the way you behave,
Towards a person who wants to feel alive,
But struggles to breathe because they're hurting inside.

This is the story of a boy who cried help,
Built to be destroyed by a world who made him hate himself.