It’s not often that I come out to express myself

Not in the way I feel on the inside

Sometimes I wonder 

What happens when a boy..

Falls in love with a girl?

When a boy falls in love with a girl

It’s like magic expanding from the eons

A feeling older than time itself

This isn’t just puppy love, this is that type of love

where you remember at age 13 when he skinned his knee.

the love that makes you feel alive.

No, this isn’t just a crush, this is real love.

This is that love you feel when you look across a crowded concert

and see your forever standing there,

looking right back into your eyes

Every time you think about that man,

your cheeks flare and your heart starts to pound

like a wild drumbeat echoing in your chest

This is that backward love, that forbidden love,

that all-I-want-to-do-is-give-you-a-hug love,

fill you from the inside out

and kiss your lips until I can hear doves love.

He could read you like a book;

if he had to describe you, he’d say you were like a fine wine.

If he could put you into words,

he’d call you a symphony—

complex, rich, and unforgettable

He would thirst for you like a wanderer in the Sahara,

searching for the oasis that is you

You are the very fire that lights his soul ablaze

every morning he wakes up.

When he goes to pray, you are the first name that he is to say

That man would move heaven and earth

just to bring a spark of warmth back into your life.

He would take you to every single soiree

just to see you laugh and smile.

Sure, he may be terrible on the dance floor,

but he would never let the two of you miss a slow song,

just to hold you close and tell you that he loves you.

You are his Garden of Eden,

the forbidden fruit he wishes to indulge in,

but he’s afraid.

not afraid of love,

but afraid of what is to come.

It’s not a one-sided love.

He longs for you like Romeo longed for Juliet,

like Hades and Persephone,

like Hercules and Megara.

His heart is in shackles, and it wishes to be set free.

Only by you can it be.

You see, I wish for the two of us to be,

but how can It if I was never he?

It was never just a boy falling for a girl.

It was a boy, trapped in the wrong body,

longing to love freely, to simply be.

Like a firefly trapped in a vase,

like a beat without its bass,

like a soul begging for grace.

Like a lightning strike to the face

A boy who once loved a girl,

a boy who only wishes to be,

a boy who is me.