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Boy does that boy love me In a way I’ve never anticipated; how broken bones sound exciting when they give way for an excuse to call  you; To bother, perhaps a mother or brother would be best to call in times like these; but your voice takes precedence over any words I could ask to hear Boy does that boy like me; Provides feedback to each delusion and assures me I may not be better off dead; That the world has more to give me if I would just open my hand for once And let myself be swallowed by potential of potential hidden inside me The wired frame I call home bends at his disposition And when a creak admits I hope he won’t comment On how this body he calls golden is far to be guilded; How these veins are healed now but before they had been; I bled openly and freely with each part of me And I miss it I wouldn’t want him to know that . Boy does that boy love me in the ways I wish he didn’t Where I see a jaw, swollen and aching holds calcium daggers that spit venom; He likes my smile Where I see hands dented and ruined, twisted and broken; He sees my cool tattoo Where I see lungs, aching and heaving, fiending for any oxygen but my own; He aches to learn the worlds that bellow from them So I never shut up. God would I **** to **** myself But boy does that boy make me live
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Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 8:42 PM UTC
BOY, DOES THAT BOY LOVE ME
Boy does that boy love me In a way I’ve never anticipated; how broken bones sound exciting when they give way for an excuse to call  you; To bother, perhaps a mother or brother would be best to call in times like these; but your voice takes precedence over any words I could ask to hear Boy does that boy like me; Provides feedback to each delusion and assures me I may not be better off dead; That the world has more to give me if I would just open my hand for once And let myself be swallowed by potential of potential hidden inside me The wired frame I call home bends at his disposition And when a creak admits I hope he won’t comment On how this body he calls golden is far to be guilded; How these veins are healed now but before they had been; I bled openly and freely with each part of me And I miss it I wouldn’t want him to know that . Boy does that boy love me in the ways I wish he didn’t Where I see a jaw, swollen and aching holds calcium daggers that spit venom; He likes my smile Where I see hands dented and ruined, twisted and broken; He sees my cool tattoo Where I see lungs, aching and heaving, fiending for any oxygen but my own; He aches to learn the worlds that bellow from them So I never shut up. God would I **** to **** myself But boy does that boy make me live
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Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 8:42 PM UTC
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