I think I like being alone
Well, not alone of course I have friends and family
But alone in a sense of romance
I am okay with that
Boys are incompetent
Too needy
Too narcissistic
And in the end you'll just get hurt
What's the point of dating?
To hurt?
......
Deafening silence,
Heart heavy,
Pillow soaked.
Not understanding,
Not understood.
Bewildered.
The same actors,
The same tired script.
......
Pain, to me, has always felt like fists.
Quick, hard blows to my body,
leaving me sore and limping,
though stronger in the end.
But this,
this pain is different
like a poison
coursing through already raw capillaries
it burns me, from the inside all the way out,
consuming me with i different kind of toxicity I've not met before.
......
Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
......
How much I wish to make love.
To drag fingers down spine and collide lips
until I make them love love love
me. How much to trace a contour until I see soul.
I have fucked around with boys and boys
have fucked me, no vice or versa — semantics
semantics semantics they’d say. Play a game
of words of: fucking, loving,
fucking around, love-making, sex sex
sex cannot make love. I tried.
......
Deafening silence,
Heart heavy,
Pillow soaked.
Not understanding,
Not understood.
Bewildered.
The same actors,
The same tired script.
......
I think I like being alone
Well, not alone of course I have friends and family
But alone in a sense of romance
I am okay with that
Boys are incompetent
Too needy
Too narcissistic
And in the end you'll just get hurt
What's the point of dating?
To hurt?
......
There’s nothing like a mirror
To show you who you are.
To look outward from our face
Is to miss the color of our hair
And the features of our race.
Since we lack an ability to see,
Our minds are free to roam and be.
We are handsome and above the rest,
Nobly browed with piercing eyes,
......
I don't exist.
I mean, you can shake my hand,
you may hear my joints echo
through a hollow shell of man.
I don't exist.
But feel free to pick my brain,
I'll say the things I wished to hear
to help ease both our pain.
......
I have breakup at eight tonight
It's in my calendar. Look!
From eight to nine tonight: an appointment
With the title: "Breakup". That's what it says.
At eight tonight
Is when she will end it.
She didn't say as much but I already know
Why we're getting together earlier than usual
What we'll be doing and
......