I’m gay I’m gay I’m gay I’m gay I'm gay
it kind of
spills off my tongue
when I don’t want it to
burning choke in my throat
falling out of me when I wish it would stay inside
when strangers are around
they really don’t need to know
it’s painted on my face
it’s written on the backs of my hands
my collarbone is burning white hot with a tell
and my eyes watering every secret of it
can they tell?
can everyone see right through me?
too scared to ask
also too scared to keep it inside
It wants out more than anything
she wants to be safe more than anything
We all paint our lives.
The mountains of challenges,
The rivers of tears,
The waterfalls of joy.
We mix the colours of sorrow and laughter
And add the colours of experience and the years that passed.
The souls we will always remember
And the moments we will never forget.
— The End —