A beer bottle curled lazily
around my moist lips, but
my mouth tasted like gin and Regret.
He looked at me
and the sky seemed to darken with
his cold stare.
Lately,
Regret wasn’t a foreign substance
on my tongue.
He tipped his nose up,
said,
“the sky is angry, doleful, but
the clouds will not cry for you,
and neither will I.”

She opens a window
and hopes for the sky
to fall in from outside
and it's tailwind bring

her the moon and the clouds
lined with silver, a crowd
of the finest of stars
and a spare pair of wings..

just a spectrum
just a binary
yet your words kick me out

just a gender
just a sexuality
yet you want me to leave

three precious seconds that we had
those tiny moments
just weren't enough

i'll sleep in your doorway regardless
quiet as a mouse
when you awake,
you'll find me
can we kick the spectrum out?

If you are reading this, I apologize.
I didn't want you to discover me in this way.
I didn't want you to discover me at all.

I thought that I could go on lying to myself,
To continue with this facade,
But I just can't do it anymore.

And I don't know how to 'come out'
In the way that I should
And I'm not even sure if I want to.

But if you're reading this
Then I suppose you already know.
I am who I am, and I can't change that.