Straight Boys: Why are all the hot girls lesbian?
Lesbians: Why are all the hot girls straight? Straight Girls: Why are all the hot guys gay? Gay Guys: Why are all the hot guys straight? Bisexuals: WHY ARE ALL THE HOT PEOPLE TAKEN? Pansexuals: Everyone is hot. What do i do? Asexuals: What.
I'm pansexual and this is honestly how I feel.
What makes you wince
I didn't new pinch I see your grimace When face to face I see in your eyes straight Light rays do bend I am upside down On your retinae You see me upright Still I see you wince You may not love me I do love you My love is reflexive For I love me too Bereft of your love I never bluff I am a bluff I do admit I do love you You too admit And no more You wince
Though no stick
In the forest Is perfectly Straight But are Broken And bent, And deteriorate A Man Comes around Who loves To create And He takes The crooked And draws Something straight .
"God can draw a straight line with a crooked stick" - Martin Luther
she walks a line
straight and defined though her values are crooked her beauty is divine and in her smile the sun brighter than a thousand bulbs of the electric kind, she is the moon, lending to the bleak night light, typically removed
The way he does it -
Looks at others - Not even a glance at me. Do I long so;
We shared a pain,
cracks spreading over both our porcelain faces. If i told you, would the fissures begin to fade? Would you feel loved? (or would you hide away?) Could we talk at night? As the chasm we both feel begins to gape, as our hearts ache and the distractions fade? (or would you hate me?)
Deteriorated configurations that are
neither of consecutive methods or contorted reflections, it's upon the eye line of those who look perplexed. For what is slumped like tired unimportance, is neither an inflexible road, for nothing is either invariable or contorted It's just a view that each takes. Me I'm like the reed, both woven in a paradox of motions. For who sees a contortionist that's neither of each or the other. Riffling upon the aspects of my decisive displacement that catches nither the truth or the lie. You may catch the second, or minute, but beyond the mirco filaments that linger between variable glimpse that pass. Is more than constructive tendrils of a lifetime of consequential amendments or defaming the consequential understanding that nothing plays by the rules..
Tell me, what's it like to be in love
I'm worried I've fallen in love If a girl is the one I love How much longer will I be loved? You're planning for the future We'll still be BFF's in your future I've never trusted the future And I don't trust you Two words and what Get disowned and kicked out Maybe just hated and ignored My future is uncertain Trust isn't something that comes easily I trust strangers over my friends Friends that could be enemies Why do they still assume I'm straight A hundred sexualities and yet Only one is always expected Not even a majority anymore Assumptions are dangerous I only know one other queer. A gay "It's inappropriate to say those things" I'm in love. Who cares What is appropriate I'm tired of tiptoeing around Hoping someone can hear the sound Of my uncertain feet Walking around pits of anger Potential disaster You tell me "go faster" I'm tired. But not physically
the title really says it all.
I'm sorry you had to go. It wasn't fair, but I understand. Your happiness was just as important to me as my own. Dear ex-boyfriend, I hope you're doing well. Never will I wish ill upon you, no matter how much I wish I hate you. Dear ex-boyfriend, I'm crying on the floor. My sadness is a black hole trying to **** me into myself. I miss you. Dear ex-boyfriend, I'm wearing the makeup that you hated. *******. I do what I want. Dear ex-boyfriend, You gave me hope that you would come back to me. Don't. Dear ex-boyfriend, I realized that I never needed you to love me. I realized that I was right here to do it for you. Dear ex-boyfriend, I look back fondly on our time together. I will always love you. But you left, and please never look back. Dear ex-boyfriend, One day you'll find a girl better than me. I hope she makes you happy.
Its been 9 months since we broke up. When he broke up he was straight and mono. Now he's pansexual and poly.
Ugly faces no one adores
Beauty beauty beauty galore Ugly faces have many traits They are seldom straight Ugly faces come to fore In many ways of course No need for eyes is there You can find them everywhere There is a special variety Which comes to fore Through 'silence' in turmoil Ugly faces no one adores Beauty beauty beauty galore