she says my lips taste like honey,
and she likes honey in her tea. i say honey
isn't for everybody and she says

as it shouldn't be

Remember those nights

when i handed my heart to you
I will cry, it was almost like a ritual
a mother sending her daughter far away
knowing she might be in a better place
of security/happiness with,
the possibilities of isolation/ loneliness,
never returning to its own belonging
because after all, daughters are for departures

That was how i felt every single time

I bow down on my knees and held your hands
feeling the creases on your palms,
taking pauses in between the choking,
asking you to not break this very soul
it was a silent plea, i wished you listened
my heart was not an entity, it was a privilege
to loving you, the whole of you
that you never saw and never will -

You have not just broke my heart,
you broke my entire, the entire soul

and it was me, screaming.

i've been looking for
a thrill lately.
not the roller coaster riding, sneaking out
at two in the morning type of thrill, but
the type of thrill that evokes enough
curiosity to make rebellion
look like nothing.  
i'm talking about
the thrill that makes you want
so much more than what you are given,
so you avidly seek out
the unknown in hopes of
having the taste of adrenaline on your lips.

There be none of Beauty’s daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lulled winds seem dreaming;

And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o’er the deep,
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant’s asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee,
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer’s ocean.

Why would you say that?
I know it's maths
but to say "that 3% of the population are gay that's one in the class.
Who do you think is the ***?
Let's find 'em"
is not appropriate.

You didn't realise
that 3% was sat in front of you
feeling like they can't come out
because of people like you
who talk as if they're bad
like you're going to beat them down
verbally or physically.

You don't realise that people are afraid
to say who they are
they feel as though they're shamed
because of who they are.
It's people like me under your verbal attack
and everyone else questions
why you would say that?