I know you're scared

I would be too

I'm here for you

Little Starboy, little starboy



You watch the people

The love you yearn

The languages you learn

Little starboy, little starboy



They might never be ready

You might make the scared

Would they know if you cared

Little starboy, little starboy



Soon, it will change

You'll meet a boy

He'll bring you joy

Little starboy, little starboy



His name is David

He will sing like a god

Some will think he's odd

Little starboy, little starboy





He will write songs

And love you

More than I do

Little starboy, little starboy

pride month 6.1.25 (5:10 pm / 17:10)
you were right, i guess
even though you don’t know yet

you have always been right about me
you have always known me better than myself
i have always been better in your eyes

i know i should be prouder
i know i should know better

[playing: till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas]

I want the pulp of you
Your stringy white insides
I want the lattice of your creation  
To get stuck in my teeth
I want to savor every sliver of you  
The parts of you that need a warning
The versions left on the shelf
The bits of you that blend in with the fruit
But pack a punch
I want to relish in the chewy remnants of a skin you shed long ago
I want to peel back your orange shell
And taste the tender threads that hold you together
I want to drink your syrupy nectar
To gnaw away the sweet parts
Right down to the rind of you
And swallow the secret pomace of your heart

label? 5.27.25 (5:32 pm / 18:32)
maybe i’m panromantic asexual

my mind is a boy and
my body is a girl
i forget-
I forget.
then I see myself-
hips and waist and chest
and I'm surprised
"I didn't think I looked like this."
I forgot.
I'm a pretty boy.
Hair spiked, khol under my eyes
but i'm
a pretty girl too.
dress clings to my curves
and shows off the parts of me that
boys want to see.
I want to be a pretty boy.
i'm already a pretty girl. shouldn't that be easier?

I am a nameless creature so fluid,
Never the same from day to day.
I pinned myself down too soon,
On a whim I named myself.
It was the wrong time for it,
I was not ready and didn't think.
Now I am 17,
No longer the scared 13 year old I was.
The name I chose was wrong.
My parents detested it too much,
And it just wasn't mine.
I know no name shall feel like mine,
Not more than a few months,
But that's okay with me.
I will pin myself down again,
My name is now Max.
It may stick,
It may not.

He wants to be your boy
Soft and innocent
And rough, but coy
Though, he knows he'll never be intimate

You want to be a boy
A defined jaw
Ecstatic and full of joy
The most handsome boy you ever saw

I am a boy
I ruffle my hair when I talk
Standing confident in corduroy
But the definition is lost in the fog

I have never heard a love song
That reminded me of you.
No words can describe your love,
Your eyes, your smile, your laugh.

They write these love songs,
Ones that never describe us well.
Always a man and a woman,
Usually nothing that we feel.

I want to write a love song,
One about only us.
To paint what we have,
A picture beyond human imagination.

I can't write a love song
That does you justice.
You are far too beautiful for words,
And too breath-taking for music.

A love song for you would be impossible,
You are too lovely for words.
Even in poems I am stuck,
Rambling about you, but never enough.

She smells like roses and fresh cut grass,
Her lips taste like cherry and peach.
Fireflies on a summer night,
Toasting mellows on the beach.
I grieve the life I’ll never have,
The bride I’ll never meet,
Waltzing down the aisle,
Linen flowing to her feet.
Eyes shining sapphire and gold,
Piercing my cold shroud of a soul,
Bringing fire to this heart of coal.
My cage is built of my own bigotry.
More than a promise, the binding of souls.
Caught in a web, lost all control,
She is daisies, she is sunshine, she’s tanlines and sand.
I could’ve sworn I saw her standing there,
But I’ll never hold her hand,
The girl I see in my dreams.
She.