tw: implied gender dysphoria
pink and blue:
i will walk up the wooden steps.
ascend up the stairs,
till i reach the plain where all eyes are on me.
familiar.
but never not painful.
the minute they look at me,
the minute they see my face,
hear my voice,
they'll know.
they're all gray.
and i'm pink and blue.
i'm different.
and on the plain where all eyes are me,
there isn't anything i want less.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry isn't real ☆
Poetry"i'm a poet in the sense that i write poetry. god awful poetry that doesn't rhyme or make sense" a collection of poems, tackling all sorts of topics, from all kinds of inspirations, from a writer who's sure his work is nothing more than pretty words.
