We go together like the moon and the sun.
like yin and yang.
like the petals of a flower.
like the wings of an angel.

but the moon and sun only touch once.
yin and yang can tear.
the petals of that flower can die.
and the wings of what used to be an angel can taint.

you and me are not meant to be.
men and men shouldn't love each other.

I’d love to be more of a flirt—
tell girls that
they look lovely every time I think it.
I’d love to tell every
girl that takes my breath away
how she can go ahead and
sit on my lap or
whatever she wants.
I’d love to grab her around the waist
and slow dance and
sing love songs in her ear.
I’d love to, but
I won’t.