poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post

twenty four

you're not being nice.

you just don't want me to hear you.

you think i don't know what you say behind those doors

when you don't think i'm near you

you both claim again that you'd love me unconditionally

but if a condition were to come up you'd love me only partly

and a part of me knows that you will never be sorry 

for the pain that you caused that boy at his party.

his love knows no bounds 

yet hit limit is infinite

there's something about him, no society to fit him in it.

watch him scream and cry

as you wipe a girl's eyes

you cannot see him

yet he can see you.

the mirror you set has a mistake to reflect

because the boy that is in it

was never a girl to begin with.

so pick up your glass, that mirror shattered at last

as the boy that was inside

knows that there is nothing to hide.