I let different boys touch me
Because I wanted to know
Even for a second
What it felt like to be loved
Even if the love was cheap
And it tasted like ***
Like the punchline to a joke
I never got because it was me

I let different boys have different parts of me
Parts they didn't deserve
But I offered up willingly because I couldn't give anything else
after you broke me
I was looking for different fingers
to place different pieces and hoping  the outcome
would be a masterpiece
Maybe one of them would find a way
to cover up the handprints you left all over me

I let different boys touch me because I had to prove to myself
you wouldn't be the only one
that these scars marking my body wouldn't define
my worth to be loved
I am not entirely sure  
you aren't the only one who could ever touch me without slightly  flinching

I let different boys touch me because that is all I have been taught
To be a joke
To be silent
To be ready to give until you have nothing left
- they keep leaving me and I am to scared to offer up anything more than my body to get them to stay

Excelsior
is the magic word
that he used
for these long years,
no matter what.
Excelsior:
it was a motto
for people who were more
than just people
but the people
who were just that,
just people.
Like me, like you.
Excelsior,
was a word he sang
in images and text
with heroes
built with many,
shaped by many,
inspiring us many.
Titans were raised
and now he’s fallen
but he left us a gift
in a magic word:
Excelsior.

and one day
this person
will enter
the life
existing
and think
of this soul
captivating
an incomprehensible
form of being
and think of it
not once
not twice
but all the time
and this
will be
an everlasting
love

there are questions in your eyes
a trail of smoke leaks out
of the lips that called my name
when the air wasn't so cold
when flowers grew in concrete
when the water was rich; i miss
those words that fell out
like jewel drops but never rich.

(the cheapening of love is
what drew me away; come back
to me, let's build wealth again)

how could you forget who i am
did the smoke trail smudge
the zeroes and ones in your brain
did you forget the fresh air
and how the taste of laughter
against my teeth helped to fade
our fear of saying goodbye?

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