Quietly, I can express my needs and wants.
A laugh, a good thought, and a gentle fuck.
Judge honestly, but don’t hate me.
I never meant to be so much a pity.
Far enough forward triggers regress.
Love is the idiotic fantasy I’ve missed.
Guilt disturbs not my persona’s visage,
Knowing vanity is only shameful without substance.
Every day is a tedious dream to live unrestrained,
In constant delay and imposed constraints.
Reaching out becomes languidly cheap.
Everyone seems shallow when you’ve hidden yourself deep.
Lived too long and not enough,
Though experienced more than the time was worth.
Years pass and thoughts persist unfazed,
But I’m old enough to be tired of my own malaise.
I would tear my heart open in a second,
Were it not for fear of punishment.
Insults are nothing, but criticism still hurts.
It’s horrific guessing what your identity is worth.
Should I redress my name?
Should I assess my every action?
Would you think I was stealing
If I seemed more like you?
Can angry boys grow up to be women,
And would it make her less man?
Speak in slow, delicate tones.
Poetry, books, and music,
Love, sex, and fragrance,
A dream away,