she is
glorious --
in that golden-hour
type of way.
it looks like
she was dipped
in the kind of light
that you can't touch,
but admire.
i listen intently
as she talks about
boys
like she's reading it
from a script
that fits her mouth
almost too
easily.
and i sit there,
i smile and nod,
trying not to look
at her lips
when she stops
paying attention to
my eyes.
she says im her favourite,
her safest place,
her soul sister even --
and i say..
"me too."
yet it still aches
like a confession
i can't give
to her.
to anyone, really.
she's glorious.
and i love her
in the quietest form --
the one that
lets her go
every day
without thinking about
telling her
i ever wanted to
stay.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
she is
glorious --
in that golden-hour
type of way.
it looks like
she was dipped
in the kind of light
that you can't touch,
but admire.
i listen intently
as she talks about
boys
like she's reading it
from a script
that fits her mouth
almost too
easily.
and i sit there,
i smile and nod,
trying not to look
at her lips
when she stops
paying attention to
my eyes.
she says im her favourite,
her safest place,
her soul sister even --
and i say..
"me too."
yet it still aches
like a confession
i can't give
to her.
to anyone, really.
she's glorious.
and i love her
in the quietest form --
the one that
lets her go
every day
without thinking about
telling her
i ever wanted to
stay.
why do gay girls fall for straight girls? it *****
date wrote: 28/6
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