is that what a boy is?
You hate the sound that comes with consequence. You hate the color of responsibility and the feeling I can give you with a whisper, with a frown. No. No. No. I am not that easy. I’m not a mission, not a trophy. I am here and breathing, warm and my heart’s beating. I feel more than you could ever care to know. Would you really want something you can only see in one dimension, when you know that there is more? There’s so much more.