Concrete

It’s goddamn pathetic

And counter-revolutionary

But sometimes

A boy like me-

Well, I just need someone to cling to

Is that so bad?

I don’t give a damn any more

I just want to nuzzle into some person’s soft flesh

And hunker down

Sleep and cry

It really wouldn’t be a bad life.

But right now-

I need to keep up with red cement and the snow on the pavement.

I need to balance on the construction.

Lilly-

She’s what needs softness,

Not I.

She has her moments of defiance and rebellion

But it’s just because she think’s it’s a cute thing to do

She thought once it’ll gain her some friends.

It only left her more fucked up.

Thank God she’s dropped that impossible ideal.

I sometimes imagine my bones melting

It’s relaxing until I think of my eyes

They’d just sink into my own softness

And roll around

And that’s fucking disgusting.

I really used to like chalk.

I’d trace Lilly in that same solid sidewalk-

And imagine it was a crime scene

And pray for rain to wash away our silhouettes.

He did a rain-dance yesterday

And it worked.

I told him I’d beat him up if it washed away the heat.

But it was an empty threat,

and this cold is more suitable anyways.

I wear grey and green.

Like the sidewalk.

I’m just blabbering, by now.

You don’t have to keep reading- I’m certain you’re busy.

But it was kind to give me a second chance…

I certainly don’t deserve it.