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Ezra Aug 2020
My heart hurts

Its no longer a dull ache

It's grown into a stabbing pain

The beautiful poems

of a sad heart

no longer apply

There is no beauty left

There is no light in these words

Just as there is no light left

in this heart.

My heart hurts.

Niceness is a weakness

and a menace.
Ezra Jul 2019
I lay in bed wondering why my
heart is aching for the company
it knows it cannot have.
I look up at the picture I have
hanging above my pillow and
a small tear escapes my dry eye.
The tear is full of loneliness
and it is full of hope for the future
when my bed will not be empty
and neither will my heart.
I reach for the picture in the dark
I don't need lights to know which one
radiates the beauty I need to comfort me
on this Wednesday night.
I hold it in my hand trying anything
to feel the warmness of my head
on your chest.
The picture rests in my hand
as I close my eyes and pray that
this cures whatever insomnia
that I've had since you left.
I think of all the time we'll have
together once we grow up and get
out of this place we call home.
I don't remember falling asleep,
but I remember feeling loved
and happy as a smile spreads.
Gay? Yes.
Ezra Jul 2019
I can't remember the taste
Of a girl's lips against mine
but I know when I look into her eyes
the taste will be drowned out
by comfort
and desire will be fulfilled
not with touch but with song.
Music will be made by love
and lust.
The night when our arms
linked us with an unbreakable bond
and our legs stuck with sweat
we left fear behind for the feeling of being
content.
Hand through hair, hand on hand
hand on hip, hand on neck
hand on perfection,
and sleeping alone will never be the same
because the hand will wander
for content and wander
for comfort and wander
for her
because hopefully, she'll remind me
of the taste I so long for.
This is a poem about my intimacy issues. Feedback appreciated!

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