you've become a puddle of insecurity,
a pool of neglect and self-loathing
because the only home you ever had was the one
inbetween another's arms and underneath
you never wanted to become so reliant
on someone as temporary as ice
and just as gelid.
maybe warm winter nights and hot
chocolate could melt your glacial exterior
once upon a time, but old habits die hard
and now you're trapped in the body
of the person you used to be,
not the person you ache to become.
you've been built out of diamonds
but even unbreakable rocks have cracks
in their exterior that make them vulnerable.
insults are your defense mechanism
because you think visible imperfections
make you weak
but it's your incessant need to reaffirm
your masculinity that is truly your greatest weakness.
boys can cry too;
even the ones made of glaciers and thick skin.