i'll write something tragically beautiful
about the stars in his eyes
call it poetry
and not a peace of my soul
no one needs to know that bit
i'll take up space
like it doesn't scare me
and i'll love
love deep and true
pretending i don't feel less
like a man
for all of these feelings
i openly share
i'll pretend and try and love
like it's not killing me
my blood looks like ink
spelling out things
i didn't even know
