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i wonder what your arms feel like,
and i wonder what your lips taste like?

do they taste like sweet burning ash like
two fragile glasses, or
do they taste like honey, disguised as hot melting wax
because in where people see pain, i feel beauty

in where people say it's weird, I say it's lovely,
the most perfect thing ever

because i would lose anything,
just to pour my ashes over your honey
i would burn for you like icarus
did for apollo

my own and true love,
you are the sky, the sun and the moon
i would give you anything just to see the sparkle in your eyes
to the boy who stole my heart
i hate you.
i hate your glowing eyes
i hate your beautiful smile,
and i hate how your collarbones fit to mine

i hate it when you love me,
and i hate it when you don't
cause im not worthy of your love,
i am suppose to be alone

i hate how your words make me blush
i hate how you're always in my mind
and i hate when you're nice to me

maybe i don't hate you,
maybe i just hate that part of me
that dark and blind part too,

because after all,
to the boy who stole my heart
i love you.
john Dec 2020
body parts -
the only thing separating us.
after dating,
she's crushed i'm gay.
after talking every day,
i'm crushed realizing
i never saw her that way.
Lake Apr 2020
A part of me hopes that,
when I go meet him,
the devil will also be a too-much boy.

When he kisses me,
sickly sweet,
too hot, too much spiced honey tongue,
he’ll bite my lip on the first pass
and I’ll bite back.
A little note on being "too gay" for the rest of my long, queer life.
Birdcaller Jan 2020
pour the gold of your heart over mine,
shining rivulets filling up the cracks
left by other burdens
of another time

a trade:
id offer you warmth
and the iron in my blood
to keep you strong through it all
Birdcaller Jan 2020
it was with love too
                        sudden
                             too
                               new
                           too
                    shiny
that a heart
sudden heavy
felt as a curse:
something
to fear & mourn

but
acceptance
rang
through the ranks
as a war cry:

bright
and queer
and pure
and he —

who knew
      my pieces
and just
      how they
all
fit
together

— spoke:
       “ a heart is indeed a heavy burden -
          but we can surely offer you a hand. “
Oliver Henderson Jan 2020
life is safe in your arms
shield me from myself
the thoughts can’t get through your love
your skin against mine
connection deeper than this

I’m fully physical
just a body next to yours
soaking in the warmth of love
a bed with you in it
is better than anything I’ve ever wanted
Oliver Henderson Oct 2019
sometimes I think I don’t know what love is
that I can’t say the words
since I haven’t lived long enough
to really experience it

but then I remember how I felt
with his head in my lap
my hands idly playing with his hair
as he fell asleep

how he let me fidget with his fingers
when I have nothing to occupy my mind
and that he found it cute and not annoying

I know how love feels

I know what it is because of his blue eyes
how they look at me in the morning
after holding me all night long

it’s in the way he softly kisses me
before I walk away
even though I’ll see him in a few hours

it’s how I am amazed at
every little thing he does
that even a small smile I see daily
always makes my heart flutter

sometimes I think I don’t know what love is
but then I remember him
and how he showed me
what true love is
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