And I fell so fast
It was so simple
And sweet.

How much harder it is
To lose a love like that
Than to simply
Let it go.

How terrible it is
That I have come to the point
That to love you I must
Let you go.

And I could see in her eyes
That she was what the stars were made from.

"A disappointment"
Is what my father called me
Tonight as I was leaving his house.

Please,
Don't forget
To write this on my headstone.

Don't let anyone forget
What I am.

I'm tired of hiding
Behind playful banter
And casual laughter.

I'm bisexual.
And I'm so **** tired
Of pretending that I'm not.

Why does it matter really
If I'm so willing to love?
This is a thing that should be praised,
Not hidden away.

If it's what's on the inside
That matters the most,
Then why are we so concerned
About what sort of genitalia
Someone has
In order
To love them.

​
as if you were
on fire
from within,
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin