It is a sorrow
A physical shell can not contain
It is the question hanging
Forever left unexplained
It is the future
Completely rearranged
Haphazard and chaotic
It is my life on a different plane
Swept away
Like particles of dust
Eaten away
By the grip of rust
It is not yesterday anymore
Or any less
It is upheaval
And it is me at my best
I confessed
To daydreaming about boys
Way too much
I confessed
To them
Like I could find peace
In their touch
I regressed
Because I gave the man
The opportunity
To be my crutch
And when I could not walk alone
I realized
I gave them way too much
The happiness
Will not come
From the brother
The happiness
Will not come
From the lover
The happiness
Is not going to be tied
To the whims of another
It is a journey
To my center
One door closed,
I had to find a better one to enter
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