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I made a mistake

I chose what I was accustomed to

the feeling of being unworthy

instead of what made me feel at home

now its too late to be welcome there

I feel lost and empty

with regrets holding me down

now I can't breath without him

the boy who was there all along...

he's always there to catch me

and I'm always there to take a little more

but I want to get lost in his eyes

and lost in his arms

and lost in his sheets

and in all of his suffering

where I could calm him with my eyes

and trace my fingers across his skin

to learn the things I should have long before

how he will always be

the one the boys have to measure up to

and they will fall short

because my mind is occupied

with the memory of his eyes

where I can see the boy I used to know

and I feel my heart beating

with the fear of losing and suffering

the excitement of letting go

the calm of finally being where I belong

of finally knowing what home is

despite everything I've done