Zeus’s golden scales are hanging
around my closet doorknob.
The satin ribbons straddling an uncertain fate.
Two such similar– such distinct
entities
You could say I fell in love with your differences.
One side is bold
all caps writing,
spelling errors and innuendos.
I pirouette on my right foot.
The other is softer,
delicacy in strength,
precision and restraint.
I developé with my left.
And how easy would it be if I only needed one foot to dance?
If balance simply happened by willing it so?
But feeling comes first
and the relationship is symbiotic,
and I–
I am stuck,
waiting for the scales to tip.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Zeus’s golden scales are hanging
around my closet doorknob.
The satin ribbons straddling an uncertain fate.
Two such similar– such distinct
entities
You could say I fell in love with your differences.
One side is bold
all caps writing,
spelling errors and innuendos.
I pirouette on my right foot.
The other is softer,
delicacy in strength,
precision and restraint.
I developé with my left.
And how easy would it be if I only needed one foot to dance?
If balance simply happened by willing it so?
But feeling comes first
and the relationship is symbiotic,
and I–
I am stuck,
waiting for the scales to tip.
Alternatively: being interested in two boys at once is a very weird and confusing phenomenon especially when they're very close friends