Escape Addict

the world taught me to fight

for what I wanted

when i had already lost it,

when it was already gone;

and, in the same vein,

it tried to show me

when to let go

when I was desperately clinging

on to something that wasn't mine:

teeth clenched like a wolf under the moon.

and I'm still learning,

let every

charm confess

you with that face and your lips--

and I cannot write

anymore, it's all trivial:

my attempts to caress

and undress the mystery of us,

lost to time--turned physical dust.

how to address a therapist in an hour session

and reduce it all to a simple story

of another boy obsessed?

how to convey what can only be known

And the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth

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