I once went on a date,
maybe more
if you asked them.

To the girls,
it was something.
To the world,
it was never said.

They talked.
They guessed.
But no one knew.
No one asked.

Its a cruel thing
what people do to people.

I was a walking lesson.
A flag
that bulls
loved to run towards.

But over time,
even a majestic flag
gets torn to pieces.
Will people see it
as the broken thing it became?
Or still
just a red flag?

“You dated a girl and she became a man”
He
Was always
Man

The lonely flower
among the grasses,
I found you a beauty
among the masses.

Your ebony eyes
took my soul a hostage,
becoming less than a human
more like a servant of cupid.

I am in peace
hearing your heartbeat,
your voice, like a siren
slowly sinking me deep.

Oh, it's scary
how hard I dance
in your grasp; in your tune
I am a puppet of love.

Seems like I inhaled
your pollens—toxic
I have fallen, even though
your red petals blazes.

I'm afraid of what I have become

Perhaps, you will make me remember I used to be capable of loving,

Perhaps I will make you regret loving me.

I don't know, can't make promises.

I'm still a mess.

Stick by me at your own risk.

I look at you like you hung the moon

If I’m not touching on you, kissing you, playing with your hair,
If I’m not ******* or ******* you,
You look at me like a burden, an annoyance

An itch you can’t seem to scratch
A bug that just won’t go away
A blister rubbing against your shoe

You like me best as a pretty picture on the wall
Smiling until you call for me
Obeying and loving every second of it

Even when you look at me like that

You hung the moon