The clock lied.
It kept time while I kept nothing.
I wish you were a girl.
The first wound
that fit perfectly.
There is a loneliness
that predates the body.
I was born into it
like a room
within a room.
I have loved boys
who became dust
to dust,
bone to salt.
I breathe them.
They stay.
I am their grave
and they are mine.
I have loved them
with my whole chest
and they never knew.
You want to know what it's like?
It's like being a door
no one walks through.
And still…
some nights
the boy I was
presses his mouth
to the window
from the outside.
He wants to tell me
it gets better.
But I am already here.
In the body
that grew around
the wound.
Now 25.
Still waiting
for a world
that hasn't arrived yet.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
The clock lied.
It kept time while I kept nothing.
I wish you were a girl.
The first wound
that fit perfectly.
There is a loneliness
that predates the body.
I was born into it
like a room
within a room.
I have loved boys
who became dust
to dust,
bone to salt.
I breathe them.
They stay.
I am their grave
and they are mine.
I have loved them
with my whole chest
and they never knew.
You want to know what it's like?
It's like being a door
no one walks through.
And still…
some nights
the boy I was
presses his mouth
to the window
from the outside.
He wants to tell me
it gets better.
But I am already here.
In the body
that grew around
the wound.
Now 25.
Still waiting
for a world
that hasn't arrived yet.
