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there’s a boy who comes by sometimes,
his intentions are golden, there is light in his eyes
he brings me comfort, soft, glazed with love.
his laugh like a sparrow, his touch like a dove.
he sleeps inside my head some nights,
he digs and he grasps at the feelings i fight.
he says, “you’re losing your head,”
i fear that he’s right.
for when i wake up, he’s out like a light.
he knows i’ll never learn this way,
my tongue on his blood, his tears on my face.
he kisses what marks me, pain, sadness, and all.
he’s granting me wishes, he’s catching my fall.
what he doesn’t realize
leaves me quite scared.
he’s burning his bridges himself,
it’s not fair.
his chest marked with tallies,
he’s counting his days.
and until he leaves me,
i hope that he stays.