Every time he looks at me
I see cracks in his eyes that remind me
Of the only word I’ve ever truly known:
Hope.

He is so prepared to lay himself out at my altar,
Plunge the dagger into his ****** chest,
Bleed onto my statues.
I will not,
I can not,
do the same.

They call me monster behind closed doors.
How can I do that to someone?
How can I let them yearn and pine without giving them a chance,
A chance to be the apple to my eye,
the moon to my tide,
and every cliche in between?

He thinks I can just kiss his scars away.
That my bruised and swollen love can heal his hurt.
But I can’t be his savior and mine.
I will always come first.

you are there
even when i
dont really want
you around,
but, in those times
i need you most.
you beautiful,
gorgeous,
breathtaking.
and don't deny it
because you took
mine away,
no matter what anyone
may say,
you took mine away.
my affections
for you,
never
wavers
you my dear
are my favorite.
i don't desire
you because the
gifts you give,
except the one,
of your love.
just because
your not gay,
and neither am i,
doesn't mean
we can't be
gay together.

I  can not do this alone

Have you even cared
As I see it you hate me
Talk to me please..
Eventually I will stop trying

Yout are the one killing me
Out of my control
U*sually I try harder