arms extended,
i've never seen boys cry before.
not at least since i stopped looking in the mirror.

i havent-
in a long while.
oh!how i long to feel the brokeness
that causes the heart's thin layer
to break
that causes me to collide with what i would,
what i would consider my true self.

if only i could take off
the coats that are worn,
to protect myself from the world's
harsh and erratic weather.

to walk around
like the universe was but my hotel room,
or my bedroom for that matter.
where my entire being
is less conscious of itself,
than a man is when
he says something that
breaks a woman's heart.


vulnerable's the word.
to who?
could be to you.
if you'd let me,
with arms extended,
looking into a mirror(which is you),
because you,
would be the thing to break my heart's thin layer
only to patch it up again
with your presence.

let me find you.

wow its been a while since i HAVE written a poem.hope it makes sense and that it doesnt look like one of those emo emo 'simple plan' stuff.(yeee) HOOYA!

jon
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