You asked me to take a bullet for you
I will, but first I say:
why is it that my love of loves
cannot move out the way.

My life is worth no thing to me,
except for what it gives,
and so, I lose myself for good:
the good that you might live.

I've given up so much for others,
meals and school and clothes,
and now I'm asked to drop one more thing:
that rotten life I loathe.

But now I think, why does it stink?
There is but one lone reason.
I've given all my good away
to those who live in treason.

Thinking back now, for this time,
instead I've changed my mind.
You'd take my life and leave me dead?
Instead, fuck you; I'll stay alive.

A Free-form Sonnet on Freedom




"Never have I ever sought a boy for myself."
Though in my mind I die
as my finger falls pushing to the back of my mind's deep Hell,
I cant breathe but my heart beats to the cloven feet of cervidae.


I crusaded once in bygone days,
myself the hunt;
I'd storm the castle transcend the frays
but let's pass by Artemis all at once

'cuz  the gods don't damn care about this,
like Jesus's kiss from Judas
if they did, we'd be taken on Octavian's lists,
with everyone else whose life you call crudest.

Now, please, dear friends, leave our loves enclosed in secret sight
for never have we ever made harder your plights.