Without her
What am I supposed to do?
Words lose their meaning.
Taste
Sight
Sound
Touch.
Without her
What do I have?
Bland
Darkness
Silence
Emptiness.
Without her.

Her
Every cliche
Makes sense now

Hey
So I'm gay.
Apparently it's everybody's ******* business
While simultaneously being something that
No one talks about.

Oh that's great that your friend's aunt is a lesbian.
You know what we do in bed is sort of private I'd rather not talk about it at the bar.
No, no we don't want a ******* sir please stop asking I'm getting uncomfortable.

Is that normal?
Should it be?
To have questions asked so publicly. So out of line.
So obtrusive.

To have people tell on me as though I broke a vase or pushed my sister.
Oh, no, she's gay. This is my friend, but she's gay. No don't bother, she's gay. Gay gay gay.

I'm gay. Fine. Yes.
I'm not afraid of it.
Please stop giving me reason to be.

It's crazy that I lived
before her.
That I went through my days, good or bad or what have you,
and I didn't have her there.
With her,
nothing is meaningless.
There is no good,
no bad,
no what have you.
There is only me
and there is only her.
And that is all we need anymore.
Just us.

You can't reverse negativity on an impressionable being
You must simply wait for the next day
That they decide that the sun is shining
Rather than beating down
On
Them.

You can't take the blue
Out of my blood.
My love.
My love.
My love.

and it was just the two of them.
Driving the streets of the town.
Getting lost on the roads and in each other.
It didn't matter where the were.
It didn't matter where they were going.
They had each other.
And that was enough.