If I were a boy
I would have so much less fear
I wouldn't always have to look behind my back
And be wary of who I choose to keep near
I wouldn't have to be scared about being assertive
When the guy who's flirting with me makes me disconcerted

If I were a boy
I could go out for a jog
And run in a remote area
I could go hiking and camping all alone
And not have to worry
About being ***** and murdered

If I were a boy
I wouldn't have to question what clothes I wear
Hiding myself under layers,
Because I'm scared
That I'll be abused and ravaged
If I'm attrative

If I were a boy
Reading the news about
The **** and ****** of women
Might not affect me as much as it does
It wouldn't make me reconsider
If I should go outside today,
Ride my bike alone today
Make sure the door is locked and the alarm is set
So hopefully I can get my rest
Without fearing for my life

If I were a boy
Maybe I wouldn't imagine
What it's like to be a woman
Going about her life,
Suddenly attacked by a stranger,
Struggling for her dignity and then her life
Dying under the crushing force of hatred in her killer's eyes

If I were a boy
I wouldn't understand the reasons why a woman would be scared to be a woman.

Why should I fear oblivion
When I'm terrified of you
Sure, I've no clue what lay ahead
In the realm of shots in the dark
But with you
It's an endless loop of suffering
We talk
I love
You leave
I break
We talk
I love
You leave
I break
Over and over
As though it's been set
In a washing with memories
And longing
At least with oblivion
I understand that things are different
To expect nothing
Because everything can change
But you're human
You're not a monster
Because monsters are my friends
You're human and you cannot help
But to repeat history
I obviously can't either
But I don't want to fall under your riptide
Ever again
I want to jump heart first into oblivion
Take shots at nothing
And fail
But have the chance of succeeding
With you there is no changing
I could have loved you forever
But I hate shapes
And darling you're a circle comprised of
Pain, lust, and evil
I'm in love again
This time though
It's with void space
And infinite shapeless possibilities

The human heart has the loudest language imaginable
It's entirely universal
Yet also frighteningly individualistic
There's nothing that sounds worse
Than a heartbreak
It's messy and silent
With forced screams and (un)shed wails
It sounds like a body hitting the ground
After diving off the Empire State Building
It feels like death
And in some ways it is
Heart aches remind us we're living
With faint pangs of memories
After the heart break
It's the aftershock of a human made earthquake
It rocks your world
And brings tears to the eyes
Sometimes it's worse than a heartbreak
Because it's the resurfacing
Redamaging
Of those memories and that pain
Heart yearns are so natural
And caused by something
Simple as a crush
And complex as real as true
Earnest and genuine love
There's nothing more pure
Than a heart yearn
It's hope and light
Dashed with brilliancy and fear
Because there is nothing more exhilarating
Than the unknown endeavors of a heart

Many of the greatest things
I've encountered in my life
Start with my philosophy
Five seconds of brave
Sometimes there's a second of
Oh ****
That follows from crippling fear
But those five seconds
Are all it takes to change things
My greatest friends come from this philosophy
My greatest accomplishments
Are direct results of courage
We can't walk through life in terror
Carpe diem
Seize the day
Take every opportunity to change for the better
And never let fear stop you
Because it only takes five seconds
Five seconds of brave
With maybe a single second of
Oh **** to follow
But never to regret

Dreams cannot be the sole foundation
For everything
Dreams can be the starting point
But a foundation of dreams
Is almost as bad as a
A foundation composed by
A web of lies
Like lies
Dreams often fall through
True sometimes dreams are enough
But you have to use common sense
And hard work
To build a house to store your dream
Foundation

On my side of the bed
Is a broken picture frame
From when I got a little too drunk
And you ****** me off
A CD and brand new journal
With a pack of unused pens
Waiting for inspiration
There are articles about the storm
That stole you from me
The sheets are torn and tangled
From many sleepless nights
The lamp with a broken shade
You said had character
And an unopened roll of Smarties
Because maybe
If I can make them pants you'll come back
But worst of all are the jars and jars
Of pennies hiding under the bedframe
For every kiss I wish I could give