Life is good. This long weekend has been great and I wish it didn’t have to end. The amount of general contentedness where I previously felt emptiness is just fantastic.
The first time a boy takes you back to his place,
he will not touch you until
he grabs your hand to prevent you
from spreading brownie batter on his cheek.
But a man will not hesitate to rest his hand on your leg
and then, if he feels them part ever so slightly,
climb up your thighs.
After pulling your shirt over your head,
a boy will pause in the moonlight to stare at you
sitting naked on top of him.
Just the sight of your bare chest will cause a man
to growl and push your face to the ground as his
fingers fumble with his zipper.
On the nights you cannot sleep, a boy will
make a home for you in
the nook of his arm.
Should you find yourself in a man’s bed
on a restless night,
you will have to comfort yourself with
the chorus of his neighbor’s television,
for he will be in too deep of a sleep to
notice your anxious tossing.
A boy will worry if you show any signs of
attraction to others,
but a man will know that your wandering eyes
always return to him.
You will love a boy the most when you
notice the raw courage inside of him,
a glimpse of the man he will become.
You will love a man the least when he is
drunk and throwing up unkept promises,
his tears asking you to pity the boy he still is.
And sometimes, in the same love,
you will find yourself caring for both
a boy and a man,
both the innocent and the lost
working their one mouth into shapes
you will long to kiss
in each stage of life.
since abercrombie an fitch destroys its unsold clothes and wont donate bc poor people wearing their clothes gives them a bad image i say everyone should donate as much abercrombie and fitch brand clothing that you have to homeless shelters so you can simultaneously piss off a shitty company and help those in need