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Remus Sep 2017
I hold on to you
do you hold on to me?

I clutch your shirt tightly
are you only clutching mine slightly?

I fall in love with you every day
do you feel the same?

Do you miss me like I miss you?
Would you kiss me, like I’d kiss you?

Should I take my heart back?
Or should I stay on track
fighting for us to be connected
once again?
Remus Sep 2017
Our red string has is stretching too far.

You look into the world
wanting to be out there.

I want to cut it
let you go
I want you to be happy
but that won’t be with me

I snip the string
only for you to tie it back together
saying partners are commitment
while titles are not

As you smile at me,
I remember a love
I had forgot.
Remus Sep 2017
Do you love me like I love you?
You let your mind wander every night as you stare up at the stars,
Thinking of me.
School is the place where your heart yearns the most, for I cannot be there.
You sit during math picturing me sitting next to you, laughing at your jokes.
Opening your eyes,
Math class is still just you sitting next to some boy who isn’t me.

Do you adore me like I adore you?
Sitting at home, just looking at photos of me while you smile
Thoughts about me race around your head,
And you want to tell me, but keep them in.
Reasoning is I could never feel the same,
But I most likely do.
Whenever I sing you to sleep over the phone,
Sleeping is easier, but will refuse to admit it.
It’s your favorite sound,
My voice
The way it does anything for you.

Do you see me like I see you?
Every moment you see me is like the first,
How I enchanted you while playing the saxophone
And singing on Instagram.
You feel the skip of your heart every time we speak,
But never tell me.
Late at night your mind wanders to me whenever you feel desperate,
You’ll never tell me though.
Sometimes my freckles appear to be dirt,
But you say I’ll just be a muddy boy.
You love the random clusters, although I’ve never heard that.
One of the biggest things you will never tell me is
I’m the boy of your dreams,
The one you want to grow old with.

How much do you love me?
How much do I need to hold on or let go?
How much are you giving me?
How will you tell me all these things?
How can I make you love me?

I love you with all my heart, but how much do you love me?
Remus May 2017
Every letter I write will never do
For I am not valid enough for you.

You claim that I am girly,
Which made me quite squirrely.

Your claims of me not being a boy
Are like you throwing me around like a toy.

I am not your possession
And this is my life’s recession.

Death never seemed so cool
Until your sobbing created pools
That you could swim through
With the water so blue.

I can hear your screaming from my room
And I can say that it has created my tomb.

I am boy
Not a toy.

My masculinity is not determined by you
But determined by the question of who.

Who am I?
Am I a guy?
Or am I faking my breath
While you fake your depth?

You say you will love me no matter what
But I’ve put you in a rut.

I’m transgender and you don’t agree,
So does this mean
You can strip me of my identity?
came out to my parents and my mom hates me now
Remus Nov 2016
My pulse quickens whenever you're around
Or whenever anyone mentions you

Your eyes are the color of the sea,
Constantly drowning me.

Your laugh is a lullaby
Always in the back of my mind
On the verge of sleep

I love you, whether you believe it or not.
You are the one I want,
And this isn't a Grease reference.

Without you, I'd be lost in my thoughts
Screaming out for help in a void.

Without you, my life is black and white
And hints of grays.

Thank you for coming into my life.
Thank you for just being mine.
Remus Jun 2016
My eyes watch you approvingly
while you only watch me foolishly.

I claim to love the constellations,
but only because their stations
are found upon your skin.

Who would I be to fall in love?
Would I fall above
someone who has never been?

Would your kiss
feel like pure bliss?

I know mine would not.

Is it possible to miss someone
when you're not a loved one?

Is it possible to miss you,
a boy who always looks blue.

I don't mean sad,
I mean the hottest form of fire where it appears mad.

Your bronze curls
shine like pearls.

You're blinding me,
and it's hurting me.

You're so bright and warm,
while I'm dim and a storm.
Remus May 2016
I cannot breathe.

My body will not allow me.
I cannot breathe
because anger seethes
inside of me.

I cannot smile.

My face most likely looks vile.
I cannot smile
because the style
of your profile
makes me feel vile.

I cannot speak.

The word is so bleak
and I am so weak.
I cannot speak
because the door will creak
and shriek.

I cannot love.

My heart soars above.
I cannot love
because your love
is still situated in the foxgloves.

and not me.
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