Memoirs of my boulevard

They say i am too complicated to understand God knows I cannot even understand myself I have 206 bones in my body and yet i do not understand the physical nature of me How am i then even supposed to understand the complexity of what i cannot see I have spent more years than i can remember trying to understand what makes the emotional being I cannot understand how i feel i do not understand what i love I have embraced my complex nature And yet still its not enough for the world to do the same for me I am not seeking to be understood and yet they try to understand me I am seeking to be loved with my complex nature And yet my complex nature has become my enemy

I lay in my bed and think about you I love you so much I don't know what to do I feel your warmth at my side The pain in my heart moves to my eyes I await the times when we can talk, I await the times we can finally hold hands and walk To feel you for real... so close to me Yet not even this age of social media can replace the feeling of being in your arms There are still no words I can say to describe My heart it aches and my eyes they cry But when we talk my heart flies you always wipe away the tears I cry. Even though you aren't here And I miss you so much my dear I can only count the hours until I am with you again...