"I lock you in dark dorm rooms In places where, I am nothing more than my father's son. And a faint shadow in the corners of your eyes." The fan gives you colds And you love in bated breathes, You're scared Of who you are and what it means To be a shadow in a world you tower over So I sit beside you, cut my love into throwing stars, so you hold them in your palms Draw my blood from their edges Kiss their warmth Thumb my love in the forms I give. You stand in all 4 corners of this room. We dance in the center You share freely, love flies around the room as ladybugs I catch them in glass bottles. I am alone in the center. Your things are in the corner, My things are at the door. The walls are peeling. The bottle is in my hand, The ladybugs are tsetsefly now. My stars are rubbish.