boys like me ache with loving boys like you. boys like me stretch our limbs and try as hard as we can, but we never reach the stars boys like you enjoy staring at. boys like me wear our hearts on our sleeves, knowing boys like you wouldn’t think twice before ripping away and stealing, because boys like you keep their hearts nested safely behind their ribs and boys like me only hope you’d keep our hearts safe too. boys like me ache with loving boys like you, and boys like you love to be loved more than they can ever love boys like me.
very fragile let me walk my way there very soft male cover with metal casing all over here Can’t really uphold my sobriety that well I’ll come crashing, but rebuild myself the coming year I would enjoy your company if you can empathize It would be amazing recreating skits from romantic comedy Or your favorite film Take pictures with mine I like the smile you give, especially when the sunsets looking amazing staring west I guess I’m trying to say, I’m sorry I’m not strong to let anyone come to my core just yet.
Sometimes it’s hard for us guys expressing ourself or even better yet try to be brave enough to let people in our life.
I could tell you a tale Of eyes like his or of hair like hers And how such moved, or was, or is But this is known To all imaginations That the retelling and told Of an already known Will not change your life Though the telling of who To whom through you May yet remold Your life into an amalgamate
Simply. They'll never know for sure. Unless you tell them that it's about them.
Everyone can see I'm still not over you. I tried to be. I dated another boy, let him in. Told him all my secrets and tried to love him. Yet, every time we fought, my first thought was always, "you would have understood."
It's been 463 days since we went out separate ways. You "accidentally" dated a carbon copy of me, who was less depressed and more confident.
It took us over a year to see be able to be in the same room together. It wasn't awkward- it was nice. Until I realized my nails were in palms, so I didn't touch you. I felt you radiate heat and wanted nothing more than to curl up in your lap. So I guess they're right, I'm not over you. But it takes two to tango.
There is an urgency in his kisses- I've never experienced before. A determination in his smile- As he pulls me close. A need I can only describe as longing- As he wraps his arms around me. His embrace is a drug and I'm hooked.
Maybe this isn't love. Maybe it's just a case of dependency, It may be selfish, But most adicts are. Call it what you want, All I know is your touch is what I need.