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