Thomas comes to my house every Saturday.
We play cards and talk about politics.
Thomas would seem like a regular guy if you saw him on the street.
Passing by.
But, you have never seen him snap.

Whenever he comes over he wears the same dress.
The dress is black with little shiny silver dots all over it.
It's so ******* ugly on him.
Not because he is a guy, just because it really isn't his color.
Lavender would suit him way better.

"Why not lavender?"
I ask him one night
Hoping that I will never have to see him the horrid thing ever again.

Thomas is furious.
He snaps.
No not snaps he more like gave me a full on snapplause.
And then he leaves.

Wearing that same ugly dress.

Summer Leaves begin to Roll,
Like the Gentle Breath of the waves on a Smooth and sandy Beach,
While Enchantment Steals thy breath away from those star crossed Lovers,
And already I feel the steady and Persistent tug of my Mind,
Slipping and Falling from that Gentle Longing of what could be,
Into the Cold, Dark, and Gloomy reality of what truly is.
Although the Innocence of my Ignorance will soon Fade Away,
I take private comfort in the realm of my Dreams...
And the Future they *Pretend to Hold.

Up until my insomnia meets me
I lied when I said I forgot
I was scared what you'd think
If I said that  I love you a lot

People have only cared for minutes
Leaving me to care for days
When I look at you all I can think
Is please don't go away

I can see me in your eyes
I dream of dreaming with you
I can trace your scars with mine
My thoughts are bleeding through:

My Talia, I know what it's like to not be seen;
what it's like to be alone in a crowded room.
For you, my star, I want you to know:
that no one shines as bright as you.

I can taste you moving on my skin.
My gasp is air you sustain.
hand in hand, under an umbrella
with you, I am safe.

I remember being 10
Looking down at myself
no one could ever love this body
I remember beating myself up
Nothing close to perfect

I remember being 14
Dressing like a boy to hide my body
Looking down at my body
Stretch marks and rolls
no one will ever love this body
So how could I begin to be perfect?

But this morning as I was leaving
You wrapped your arms around me
Kneeling down you kissed me on the stomach
Felt my stretch marks
Kissed my rolls
I looked down to a man who loves me
For everything I am
To you I am perfect
And that was all the strength I ever needed

Permanent bruises on my legs
(I'm a peach),
but I don't mind them.
Reminding me when I'm alone,
(that I wasn't)-
you left me sweet thumb-sized poems.

I could write entire novels
slowly down your body
my lips pretend to be a pencil
and your spine, my only hobby
gripping tightly to your chest
as if your bones are now my desk space
carving letters of my longing
down your arms
my lungs are desperate
for the right to be your air
while my breath endures this chest ache
forgetting what a life outside
is like
your ribs become my breakfast
your body is a mountain
I continually climb
and your neck becomes a bite of hope
that haunts me all the time
your skin is like an ocean
your salt becomes my wine
you build with your two legs
a space for me to live inside
and I study what you're made of
I compare you to the sky
like the moon you glow on top of me
like the stars you blow my mind