lonely boy

dear lonely boy
you tend  to invite hurt in
do your hands ever get lonely
from blending rebellion with diversity
you are always on edge 
knowing where you will never fit in

you are breath
you are poetry I indulge on the page
my hands get drunk
my mind swims in remembered
kisses

a match of blue, white flare
ache of a heartbeat on fire
I am busy
too many rooms you're not in
I'm trying to draw from memory
the homemade tattoos
you used to ink on your skin

you are too comfortable being alone
a walking, talking, dreaming boy
a to be written romantic lyric
with a
thirsty dream to be acknowledged
composing secrets into songs
writing down the sky you say
because freedom is only as close
as your fingers can reach
and you want to touch everything

your sadness trapped in the flutter
of a dragonfly's wing
silence taught you how to breathe
you know that all the cold winters 
and runaway graffitti will
never ruin the streets that belong
to your feet

dear lonely boy do you miss 
the way we used to arrange  
how our shadows lingered
into a story only two on earth
ever knew
can we keep that our secret ?