love shows up differently for me than it seems to do for others.
i'm watching it through a screen, which evidently covers up
what I really feel.
observing my own love reflect right back at me,
like an endless loop. And she never even gets to see
the love that comes from her own observer.
i watch as she chats to her boyfriend,
secretly longing for that to be me,
but knowing that it never could be.
because being gay can be fucking hard.
you tell yourself you like guys too,
but really, all you ever knew
is that you could never love a guy in the same way that you
love her.
i observe the way that she makes me feel.
euphoric and lucky, yet I have to conceal
the feelings that arise when I look at her
because all I will ever be, is an observer.
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Dreamily Doubtful
Poezjai'm switching up my writing a bit by creating some poems in amongst the fanfiction. let me know if you have any suggestions of topics you would like me to write a poem about! hope you enjoy :)
