oeus:

how can someone (me) be so beautiful (me) but also so underrated (me)

(via unfollovving)

They ask me why I smoke

I reply silently 

fires in me were lit and then doused

so i try to keep warm in the ash

These mens words have left me empty

I have not been full in months

I crave satiety

Boy brown

Boy be

Boy beautiful

I remember when I had held you in the open

Under the stars 

They were my audience

I was so high and I could you feel growing into my bones

I hummed songs from my mothers land

Words you did not understand

But would still have appreciated the poetry

Even in my broken translation 

The ghazals of urdu and persian finally had their subject 

The ones I’d lose myself in

I had wanted you

Tall Boy Thin Boy

Liar Boy

Talker Boy, Laughing Boy

Pretty Boy