what are we thinking?
as i sit on the floor,
neck twisted for a birds
eye view of that graphic box.
am i lonely?
(only for you.)
maybe i don't know what
i want.
but as my tailbone aches and my eyes grow heavy, i hear the breaths of a sleeping boy.
(if you don't want me,
then why do you look at me that way?)
i can feel it. you could cut the connection with a knife.
but i drop my weapon.
i pray for your
personal denial.
(drop your walls so i can kiss you already!)
my lips are yours, just say the word.
-kids feel things too,
even if they say they don't.
