I've done the strangest things
to get you
to notice me,
but the strangest thing
is that
you noticed me
when I was just being myself.

I wanted to say something to you
that no one
had ever said to another before,
but I'll just kiss you,
and if you kiss me back,
then we'll be doing something
I hope will happen again.

Setting

I watched the sun set holding
in my arms a small child bleeding
from his blue-lipped mouth.
Retrieving the floating body was futile
I knew.
But my eyes saw the bloated belly,
and against my mind's will,
my heart reached out and grabbed it.
Wasting my time and risking my life
was worth it: now my soul is satisfied.
The crag I sit upon is hot
from the pounding sun,
warming first my ass,
then the rest of my body.
The moon whispers softly,
showing me the way.
Rising, I grasp the boy
by the ankles,
swing him over my head,
around, around, around,
and let go
to the wet applause of the depths.
When the clatter becomes silent,
I sit down again, smiling, finally happy.

You are too young
and beautiful
to think that way,
to close your eyes
and wish for night
instead of day.

You won't remember my kiss
because you were asleep,
dreaming
of someone else
and not me.
But that's okay-
I dream too,
though
it's just about you.

I was going to write you
A love song,
But then I remembered
You don’t love me back,
So I threw the paper away
And typed this instead.

If I went away
you could play
much better.

But that's assuming
you even care
one way or the other.