Logan Day

I want to know you

Not the boy who sits in the back each day in rain boots, regardless of the weather

Who sneaks bits of Sun Chips through his lips when no one’s watching

and leans back in his chair, leaving black scuffs on the tiles beneath him

I want to hear the things you yell at your mother

When she won’t understand

you are becoming a man

but you still need her love

I want to lay in bed with you

during the nights when your body aches for sleep,

but your demons refused to be silenced

And you’ll bury your head into my chest and cling to the soft flesh of my waist,

searching for a place to store your shame

I want to be there when you fail

When you’ve given everything you know how to give

and you call yourself names

You’ll tell me to give up on you

I’ll grab your hand and hold it against my chest

so you know there is one person who bleeds for you

And though to me it’s absurd

I know there are times when you feel ugly

When the scar beneath your left eye hurts no matter how many times I kiss it,

and the delicate features I have come to adore will threaten your masculinity

Let me tell you how gorgeous you are

I know you won’t believe me

But please, let me

I want to see you let go

When you laugh so deeply you might explode

and the world becomes blurry through your tears

And I will pretend not to hear your little snorts

I want you to sneak through my window

when I am angry with you

Whispering apologies into my hair until I fall asleep

while you listen to my sleeping sighs

until daylights sends you home

Logan Day, I have no idea who are

I only know that I need to know more

I hope when you walk to your bus stop today with rain boots and rosy cheeks

that you will think of the girl who sits in the front of class

and want to know her too