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there’s this boy and when he smiles or speaks or laughs i’m FILLED with joy. he likes me and i like him and i’m always JUST on the rim of kissing him. or, crying. it should be easy to feel this i mean at the WORST you swing and you miss. but i’ve never liked men and i only JUST got okay again after accepting my “gayness”. but, i like him.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
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there’s this boy and when he smiles or speaks or laughs i’m FILLED with joy. he likes me and i like him and i’m always JUST on the rim of kissing him. or, crying. it should be easy to feel this i mean at the WORST you swing and you miss. but i’ve never liked men and i only JUST got okay again after accepting my “gayness”. but, i like him.
should i be happy? should i admit to my family that they were right and “it was just phase”? do i even like him? or do i like the idea of liking a “him”?
hindrance
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
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