The boy: in my mind i am more than willing to give him whatever his heart desires, but (my heart has its own agenda)

he lets darkness cover his face. speaks whats written on his heart, but never outloud. holds a secret so big he could burst. frowns at the person staring back at him in the bathroom. looks down to the people who look down at him. disappears into a world all his own. hides a smile in the corner of his mind. visits himself once in a while.s lams the door to his bedroom, his heart, his happiness. stands next to street signs in the rain. gets lost inside and out. watches for a sign, for anything. writes out what he would say. smiles at the stars. always (w/c)atches the clock. rubs his eyes. rewrites the future. faces the ground. mixes emotions with alcohol. breaks his heart. wishes he was famous, or religious. wants to sleep the year away. wants to wake up to a smile. wakes up with a headache. spends his nights thinking. searches for constellations. looks for words in the distance. doesn’t care much. nods the bottle and his head. wants to be just like someone. dreams “this is enough.” is for her.

(and they would never give him a chance in the world, or the time of day and they will never know. they'll never fucking get it. i want to scream but they won't listen. i want to fight but they won't show.)

and dances in the shadows.