Dec 2022
If you still read my poems, read this one
I’m going to lay it all on the line
The same way children do when speaking bluntly to strangers, and their mothers have to apologize on their behalf. Although I’m not apologizing.
I think I’m bisexual
I’d never tell you
I’m too afraid you'll never want me back
Like a malignant tumor that you want to make sure is
dead and gone and gone and gone again.
But,
when the sky’s drippy yoke rises over the horizon
You’re on my mind,
I’m going to lay it all on the line
The same way children do when speaking bluntly to strangers, and their mothers have to apologize on their behalf. Although I’m not apologizing.
I think I’m bisexual
I’d never tell you
I’m too afraid you'll never want me back
Like a malignant tumor that you want to make sure is
dead and gone and gone and gone again.
But,
when the sky’s drippy yoke rises over the horizon
You’re on my mind,
If you need it simplified:
1. Yes, this is for you
2. You make me scared to be venerable. Here I am. Take it as you will.
3. I’d never tell you I’m bisexual because I don’t think you’d ever want me
again. That’s ok.
4. I really ******* miss you
1. Yes, this is for you
2. You make me scared to be venerable. Here I am. Take it as you will.
3. I’d never tell you I’m bisexual because I don’t think you’d ever want me
again. That’s ok.
4. I really ******* miss you
