I tell people the story of us
or at least the one I know of
the one where I am in love with you
and you are in love with someone else
and it always ends with
"but it isn't like we ever dated anyways. I set myself up for failure"
and they always tell me I was too young
and that it probably wasn't love
but what was it
when seeing you made my problems disappear for a moment
when you got too close and my skin caught fire
when I heard your voice and my throat swole with sobs
when I seen you holding their hand, and wanted to break mine off
when I held you while you cried over them, but still held myself together for you
if that isn't love
then what is?
YOU ARE READING
broken hearts, shattered souls
شِعرPoems that go through the stories of how it feels to be lgbtq+
