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Feb 2020
recklessness is something i
found myself excelling in
from a young age

maybe too young?
when did this stop being fun?
when did this body grow so old?

but self destruction loses its appeal
rather quickly
and the soul breaks sooner than the body

i believed in this destruction
treated it like a gospel
too many death wishes to count

and when i did try
faint white scars like tally marks
the sheer number made my head spin

i needed something else to
believe in
another thing to be reckless with

the metaphor of my heart was a start
so full of love and remembered light
practically bursting at the seams

this constant beating
pumping of warm blood to cold limbs
maybe you’ll hold me for a while, my love?

i believe in love
like a poet and a hopeless romantic
maybe the same, but who am i to argue semantics?

being reckless with my love and my heart
all this love to give
bidding farewell to destruction and disaster

every human needs something to believe in
a reason to keep going
and love
reckless and sweet and freely given love
seems like a good place to start
Boaz Priestly
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Boaz Priestly  27/Transgender Male
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