Love is every emotion out there.
It's jealous, proud, selfish.
It's kind, friendly, and forgiving.
Or unforgiving.
It's obsession
And neediness
And it's also being okay with
Loving them from a distance.

Love...it makes us fools.
Makes us do crazy things
That doesn't logistically
Benefit anyone.

It is the most confusing thing ever,
But once it hits you,
You know it is love.

And people can try to tell you differently.
That it isn't love, it needs
More respect, more kindness,
Or more desperation.

But the truth is, nobody knows
What love is.

It's just...something about them.

My most favorite thing
Is when they still have long hair
And dress like guys do now
Not super baggy pants
But not form fitting either

And you take them to bed,
Or, knowing stems,
They take you to bed.
And all that manliness
About them is still
Just barely there,
In the ***** of their shoulders
And the way their hands touch you

But then they get undressed
And it's the most beautiful
Combination
Of boy and girl.
They're so fresh and confident
But not cocky

They're respectful and talented
And it's like they try to only
Show the manly side

But then you get into bed
And it's like unwrapping
A present
That only gets better
Every time you unwrap it

A little piece of their femininity
Uncovered just for you,
In that moment only.

They say love is love
But say your sexuality isn't real

They say dress how you want
But say it isn't dressing right

They say
Kissing girls is weird
They say
Don't you miss ****
They say
How can you like that

You try to not look
Into their eyes
And get lost in their desperate kisses

Cause all that they are
Is a phantom of
What could've been.

Be who you want to be.
Love who you want to love.

Wear what you want,
Kiss who you want,
Say what you want.

It doesn't matter if you
Are straight or lesbian
Or gay or bi or trans
Or ace or pan.

It doesn't matter if you
Are white or black
Or Asian or Mexican.

Be who you want to be.
Own who you are.
And if you have to burn a few
Bridges to become who you
Truly are,

Then those bridges that were burned
Never really mattered
In the first place.

Just **** this.
**** THIS.

I don't want

to be
           wild and free


                                I want someone to actually care