a sentient being
hyperaware of his emotions
with flawless discernment

a heart so strikingly alluring
seemingly comprised of
gorgeous sleek sparkling ice

...but once melted
underneath, it is revealed:
a gorgeous fire blazes
radiating such warmth
and pure intentions
you would be a fool to think him cold

his exterior:
so breathtaking
seemingly unreal

rare stylistically
unapolegetically
himself

basically
bexey.

the thing is,
you aren't magnificent.
my mind isn't laced,
with the thought of you.
there is no rarity,
beaming from behind your eyes;
no slight shimmer of a marvel,
beaneath the surface of your skin.
falling in line with those ahead,
and those behind:
you bore me.

if i was given a chance to pull back,
your carefully sealed unexceptional flesh,
would i see and feel something,
i was unaware you possessed?
a tiny glimmer of unprecedented original beauty,
an unknown personal outlet
exemplifying fearless individualism?
...or would i be disappointed,
by the nearly hollow expected interior,
singularly displaying a rudimentary *** drive,
and the unimaginative blueprints,
on how to fulfill it.

When will the time come,
When I'll feel content?
The walls built around me,
Seem like cement.
My screams might as well be,
Nonexistent.

If not one heard it;
No one heard the yell,
No one really fell.

Laying down, I look up.
The sky offers no comfort.
I am still as I was,
I still feel alone and hurt.

Funny you should ask
Why I hide behind this mask
Afraid of the future
Yet fearful of the past
How long will this last?
What task
What toil
Will make me recoil?
From the loss
I want back my face
Take away the mask found in its place
Words tumble out as I race
Almost letting me catch
Elusive first place
To see my future with my face
Without the mask
At last

OH  NO

Friends had a lot to say
You should try to get away
He will hurt you someday
It’s a heavy price to pay

NOT ME

He holds me down
Imposing his will over me
Making me fear everyday
Keeping me half not whole
He is so close to his goal
A succubus draining my soul
He took away my light
How could I not see?
It was him not me?

OH NO  NOT  ME

Too late you see
Too late for me
As he leaves me behind
Broken and bruised
Blood on his hands

What is wrong with you?
Hold this little book close,
the best of friends
and you’ll know why I’ll reach
         the breaking point

in college i was asked
if i could compare myself to anything
but a human
what would i be

most of the class
said a tree
the ocean
a flower
the wind
but not me

i am an onion
hardened on the outside
but as you take your finger
and peel
and peel
and peel

you find that
the layers of my life
have left you in tears
happy
or sad

that choice is up to you