Lack

I want to swim way out
Where the sand slopes down
Where all I have to think about

Are my muscles and
My arms and legs
And the blood and oxygen in them

I don't want to be a boy
And you don't want to be a girl
I hate the way your friends make me feel

I was not myself
But it was love I felt
When you tied my hands back with my belt

It's the lack that I still love
The space between the punch and the pain that comes

But it's not in my heart
But it's not in my heart
But it's not in my heart
But it's not in my heart
But it's not in my heart