By Matthew Paul Olmos
i walk down that downsided street
to his house like some welcomed guest.
i don't believe in anything
an when i arrive i remember all the rest
of what's happened to me and him
our messy plates and laughing side by side
of everything that makes me just want in
an i know how stupid it is to sometimes try.
even though i bang my body against this concrete block
time an again
like some stupid someone who ought not
believe in love over sin.
i walk up that upsided street to where he calls home
an i know my thoughts, my body an heart, i just can't seem to own.
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