Preempting the one about boys

You say it is because you think it is so. You say so because you think you know. The way around the truth is simply avoiding the expression thereof. Dancing around questions, dismissing it with sweet words, you're like a revolving door. We don't need details, we only want the light.

They have been trying to stop me for some time. They whisper words like, 'be brave now, girl,' and 'stay on top of this, lil sis,' and I scrunch my nose because I think I know better than them. Clearly, I know nothing. And me trying to push away this information, shallow heart. Just go in a bit deeper, love.

I watch your eyes find my wrist. You tell me this is the way it should be. This is the way to have it. I scrunch my nose because I disagree. I love how I love and yet I want to be free, flying like the bird out of the cage. I think you and I trap ourselves in our maintained safe world. You and danger keeps you safe. Me and safe keeps me safe. I think we should learn to let it go. Because I'm here, armed, ready for battle. You're currently under your layers of safety nets.

I hum sweet songs when I see them try to stop me. I'd love to take flight with them. I'm really quite busy, disintegrating self, remembering the sometimes, the daydreams, the love stories. I'd rather self-mutilate than self-medicate, though we do those things so well.

You feel like you know because you think you were there. You are offered up for the kill. One sacrifice here or there because, you know, the betterment of whatever. He swears against his hidden agendas. You don't know how to make it clear that it needs to be clear, so you're waiting for him to do clear. He's hiding from you. You try to break his inaccessible, yet inaccessible has always been your sexiness, and he calls you cruel for being inaccessible. The words never break through the worlds and the differences and the thousands of years that make up the knowledge you know of him because your words are not strong enough to hold him. So you gather your wood, your glue, paints and brushes, glitter and the like, and you begin to build, fashioning this vision of what it would be just to have him smile without the pain. Because you know nothing of pain and loss and hurt and without.

You say it is because you think it is so.