Gay
Saying people are born this way isn't actually true, it's what drew you into to the person.
Sexuality is just part of this glue, it's the over all experience that makes you change your mind.
Telling your self that you really do love guys,
but knowing that's a lie.
Wishing you could tell her before times up, like I'm in jail corrupt for a horrible crime.
Trying to figure out how i'll going to tell her, but all it turns out to be is me just mumbling words.
I find myself too late, the hate starts to flow.
Her house empty, just like our forgotten memories.
Seeing her happy with her place, wishing she would come back to her old friend for one last good day.
My sweet lil girl, I love you more then anything else in this world