I'm leaning waaaay out
Over the crumbling edge
Toes teetering precariously
Perched upon the ledge

Long gaze lingering
On the nothingness below
Longing for the plunge

As I joyfully let go


Momentum surges forward
At last, here comes relief



But suddenly I stop
In suspended disbelief


Vice grip on my shoulders
Mysterious force reaches out
I'm stuck staring downward
Upon my desired route


I yearn for release
I ache to take the leap


But Insomnia won't set me free
To plummet into Sleep

The mind is a confusing maze
While I’m in it I’m in despair
But without it I’m left in a daze
I miss him
But why?
But how?
I felt trapped
Like a bird
In a cage
And now I want him
But do I?
This confusion is sparking a rage.
I am happy
I am balanced
And yet my brain cannot release him
He has my heart gripped with his tallons.
I cry while my brows furrow
I want to curl up in darkness and burrow
To hide from the conflict of my mind
And somehow come to find
The answer I know is true
And yet the lies of my pain renew
Leaving me senseless and still, confused.

I have found someone new
Who fills my heart with joy and woo.
If only it was enough to block out the past
Yet somehow I am weak to the thought of my last.
I know that door should remain closed
For I was not free and this is the path that I chose;
It is one that will lead to more happiness
And release me from a possessive crapiness.
That was my life with him
I now have everything I want and more
And yet somehow I am longing for
What once was and what should not be
For I am who I am, and I need to be strong to stay free.

******* *******!
You cheated on me,
abused me,
and told me you loved me.

You see a lot of girls talking about their insecurities
But hardly any boys speak about theirs
It’s like we’re simply not allowed
Like it’s a rule that you can’t be open about your feelings
Well I am
I’m one of the few boys who are
I’m comfortable enough to talk about my uncomfort
And there’s a lot of it
Some boys can relate to girl problems
I relate to them all
I bleed every month
I’m uncomfortable with a lot of my body
I feel feelings
Everyone feels feelings
Girls are encouraged to talk about them
But what about us boys?
Can’t we be sensitive?
Because some boys are insecure
And we need to express it

The deposition
Repositions us
Dont let it!

your skin
is not my skin
and it never will be

but your skin
stretched tight,
under creased jeans

and half-eaten seams
breaking to the beat
of the *****-tonk music

is enough to give me faith
there is some good
in this world,

we took our boats out
onto the shore,
beached them

in seconds after the lake
decided she didn't
agree with the politics behind

every love like ours,
you drowned
and i stayed afloat

but how will you swim
to me,
when the sky

is filled with
nothing but
planets,

when everything
is unapologetically
black?