you girls with your hair falling over your face
framed in the black and white depth of personality
I'd much rather color than this mindless
pretentiousness of the galaxies
falling and failing through reality
into your arms and you surround me
at last I don't have to fake or hide
my face is not a shameful mask
you girls with your hair falling in front of your face
writing poems about boys and how uncomfortable queers make you
you're the reason of the season
you're why I'm hiding because your galaxy isn't big enough for you
and mine's just right
and you hate that, you hate that I'm happy and perfect-
you hate that my life satisfies me because yours doesn't
and that, maybe, is why you're so ******* miserable.