I want to love a Girl The way I did when I first discovered them: With flower crowns and blankets over shoulders, The alcoholic scent of polish being removed. She unravels my hair, deft Deaf to my best attempts to stay braided.
But I love a girl In that I do until I don’t. I reject her like an organ When the fever gets too high And strip the bed As soon as she leaves.
I want to love a Boy The way Liepke paints them: Hands travelling over the valleys of a ribcage, My own curls tangled with his. When he lays his head in my lap, I am as much for him as he is for me.
But I love a boy In that Dorian way: With the ugly in the attic And both of you under the sheets— It's almost better than the real thing.
But if I am honest I would just as gladly take your hand in mine And call it a day. And if I am honest, Walking on glass doesn’t hurt anymore Since I started taking my coffee with cream.
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