The Perfect Punishment

(c) Breeze Vincinz


Butterflies in my stomach and noises in my head Cut me inside and often I’ve bled I remember crying for no reason, living for no reason Finding pride in my color but not for my season Would die for a weekend would live for a mirror The straight line of my life that kept getting queerer Fucked like a whore, loved like a saint Too much to do, to think about fainting The perfect punishment I guess this could be The love I have for you, the bane you could give me A heart that was closed, a case that was shut A body that thought it was too old to nut The sun around the moon, the mouse chased the cat Two people who had no belief in things like that My heart that was closed took a crow bar from above Your body of ages that took my love Fucked like a whore fucked til it ached Fucked over like a homeless man who can’t get a break The perfect punishment I guess this could be The love I have for you, the bane you could give me Never knew, never wanted to What’s it like to be you? You silly little fool You silly little fool A heart that was cold, a mind that was old A body that felt like it was being shared and sold Life here was never supposed to wind up like this I hate being smart, rather be dumb, happy and bliss that way wouldn’t know what was happening to me As the whore and kid in my mind are quickly fleeing But instead I’m growing up and putting on the line Everything, I mean everything, that I have inside Scared like a whore, cold as a child fucked like a lamb who is lost in the wild The perfect punishment I guess this could be The love I have for you, the bane you could give me *** *** *** #nationalpoetrymonth "Life As A Boy: Poems" by Breeze Vincinz Available NOW on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Life-As-Boy-Breeze-Vincinz/dp/1693306018