you’re a black hole that swallowed me whole
rippled with such imperfections, never hearing the word perfect
you bite the necks of many with an effect that gives nothing
i suspect you reject and retain the neglect that once hurt
a bird with a damaged wing, a boy that lives on his box spring
you live in flings and from swing to swing
the boy that’ll never comprehend the meaning of a ring
he sees, but with eyes and feels without a mind
the one that tried to find, the one that hides from emotions of what once was
he rejects the emotions that linger beneath
a sea of mismatched feelings while staring at ceilings
they say he’ll die without revealing love and that his life is a performance
the choir sings and the chorus fills with torment
he places one foot in front of the other, ignores his mother as he lives in one color
but his brother has and is what he wants
a love for something other than his own like the words i said on the 25th
thank you for showing me i can love another more than myself
but he looks me in the eye and says he wish he knew the same
from that day, i knew his ways, the moments and life was beautiful
that he might be sad, but he’s not bad — just a lost soul that hasn’t been shown