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My bruised black and blue ego
hid well in her dark bedroom.

Laying right next to me,
she couldn't see my tears
didn't hear the lulliby flying from my windows.

how manly would i have looked if the ceiling light went on?
would her image of me switched
with the flick of a bedside lamp?

I am male, all of it.
Man, dude, guy, dog, penis barrier
I am all of the above
but for that moment, I was just Boy.
sleeping next to an unwrapped birthday gift.
eyes wagging like they saw a dead puppy.

love makes me feel feminine
and young
and vulnerable
and I don't like it
when I need a blind silence
to save me from embarrassment.

Comfortable in my 5 o'clock shadow
where stubbles grow out
and away
from a winter's rosey cheeks,
keep the thorn
for the hands that melt chocolate
because there are no cavities
in my palms.
Callouses and stubbles,
the residents and architects
of these digits.

But even they have cracks,
where discharged emotions
can only be hidden
in a dark bedroom.

  Leta Lea:

Is he too blind to see
that this is deeper than us both?

In the darkness tears fall
silently on to the pillow
that my head rest upon
pondering on the thoughts
of bitter sweet moments

The only thing hurt is my emotions
determine not to show
my vulnerability beyond this point
in this room I hold on to my heart
and he holds on to his

Is he afraid of what Id think of him?
Is he too much of a Man to let Love in?
Once dawn arrives
the day is again a new
but what will become of Love
as we lay here in this Dark Bedroom

I turn over to see the outline of the one
who has stolen my heart and doesnt
even know it
womens intuition knows why-
his pride wont let him show it
but his eyes tell his soul
because his heart wants to let me in
but his lips won't dear utter the words
I want to love him
but that invites pain
I want to hold him but he pushes me away

The form of his frame
visible by nights light
as Ive transformed into
the most fragile version of me
with fire in my eyes,
my heart beating fast,
and mischief between my thighs
tears continue to fall
-between these sheets are endless whispers
the writing on the wall speaks volumes
all the flaws we bear
along with the ties that bind revealed
in a dark bedroom.