People ask me sometimes how I knew I was gay
And to be completely honest, I'm still not sure to this day
Maybe it was the fact that I kissed my best friend when we were three
Maybe that there was this girl so much more perfect than me
Maybe that I never felt good kissing my perfect boyfriend
Maybe that I have a strong and stunningly beautiful beloved
Who I feel my love gravitate towards more and more every day
Even though I really don't know if she'd ever feel the same way
It just kind of clicked one day when I saw her
Leaving class, making her way towards the lockers
The way her hair waved behind as she walked
The way her curves were adorned with well-fitting clothes
But it all doesn't really matter though, not anymore, never again
Because even though for a while I let their twisted teachings get into my head
Not knowing "how" or "why" is just fine
You are still very valid, and so am I
YOU ARE READING
Splashes of ink
PoesíaSplashes of ink on an empty page; Only growing darker with age. ======================== Poetry book
