Lack - Told Slant

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