The night I was born the moon was in waning crescent,
if that means anything to you.

I fold for anyone with good style and an unhinged personality,
Dark hair and immense attention are a plus.
I’m working on learning myself, the outside world is something I've yet to comprehend.
I'm still learning how to read social cues.
I was born with love and I've been a lover ever since.
Sometimes I forget not everyone is an open book.
I like pasta... a lot.

I've been told I can’t express my emotions well,
I guess when I'm sad I smile wider,
and when I’m happy I look even calmer,
Not that anyone notices.

Secretly I get really anxious every time I have to speak to someone new.
I have an odd fascination with humanity, and being alone.
I guess I like the idea of people, but I rarely actually love them,
Maybe that's why I can never stay with a man longer than three months.
People remind me that I'm terrified of rejection and failing everyone.
I've never been one to care about what people think, but I have this fear that I won't be cool enough.
I'm scared to death of everything that might happen the moment I step into a relationship.

I'm clumsy.
This summer I tripped over my fears, landed in a dumpster fire,
it burned like a lit cigarette being dug into my skin.

I know this sounds odd but,
I wonder what my phone says about me when I'm not around.
Does he speak with my pillow and spill the secrets I've buried in my notes app?
I get curious if my artworks scream out for love.
Does anyone hear them?
I speculate the clothes on my floor whisper to each other, scowling at my indecisiveness.
Does the dead hair in my sink gossip about me?

Hey, my name’s Axel.
I chose that name, now I might regret it.
I enjoy the color red, creating, and living,
though I don't feel alive as often as I should.
The moon powers my social battery,
But the sun keeps it from croding.
My hobbies include:
Running from confrontation,
Hiding behind my creations,
And trying to convince my parents that I'm not Regina George.

You see, I don't know much but I do know this:
I know that the world could use some kinder people
But I know in the end, no one has your back.