It's 4am
and nothing makes sense
you’re perched like a stray cat
balanced upon my picket fence.
Can't get too close
for fear of toppling over.
I try and I try
never been able to move any slower.

I say you're a friend
hands to myself, like you're no lover.
Find something else to do
another place to hover.
Call you my friend
say you're like a brother.
I promise all these things
knowing I believe another.

Peach fuzz on your chin
it has grown along with you,
can't remember when.
Let's drown these feelings away
go for one last swim.
You're a man now
and I don't know where to begin.
Glitter and salty residue
frames my blown up eyes
tell me what this is
remove your indifferent disguise.

Took all my favorite things
and threw them around my room
nothing feels valued
without you.
Now I am broke and things are broken
a problem to be solved
a lip that has been bit open.
Lick me fresh,
clean my wounds,
straighten up this mess,
and kiss where I am bruised.

A shiver of uncertainty
prickling stars on the corners of my frame.
Weaving through speach, playful and playing
what is this awful game?
Deep in the chasm, pain in my belly
never satisfied, never done
disrobe myself and begin once more
to never find myself ready
nothing ever won.
And I can sharpen my wit
day by day
whittle it to a blade
practice what I say.
It's nothing impressive
next to the truth
I'm completely and compulsively obsessive
with the way that you move.
In fact, I am entranced
by every little thing that you do
embarrassingly strong, this yearning notion.
I cannot break through.