Confused, that's all I ever am
Do I like girls or men?
Fuck, do I like anyone at all?
These thoughts I can't stall
I'm just a teen,
There's nothing more I want
Than to kiss your lips
And feel weak in the knees
Girl, you're so cute
I want to pin you
Against a wall
And shot a shoot
Or shoot a shot?
Because, boy,
you're so hot,
These feeling are
Too much
Do you listen to
Sweater weather?
Mother mother?
Or any other?
Yes, I do
I'm a teen,
I don't know who
To choose
And I don't want to
I don't like boxes
They lock us
Up, and I am
claustrophobic
I'm not in the closet
But the answer to
What's your sexuality?
I don't have and that
Is thought-fuel
And I don't give a fuck
Guys in skirts
Women in suits
Cis, trans, queer
I don't care,
I just want to love,
Feel you close,
Didn't you hear?
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoesíaI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
