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