when i handed you
the blade
i hoped
that maybe
somehow
you could make
me
a real boy
carve
a window
in the side of
my head
so you can see
how
i am always
lost
in you
cut a door
into my chest
so you can see
the cuckoo
waiting patiently
for the clock
to strike twelve
place mementos
in the sawdust
stuffed
in my belly
so when the
anxiety flares
you are always
near

i am a series of undefined tragedies but i will be damned if i will let you be one of them

but a fundamental change swept over me the first time you said you love me a recoding of my dna as i realized that i was worthy of something so fucking perfect it takes my breath

the world is ours
it just
doesn’t
know it yet

even though
i already
have it all