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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

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