Stare back
At faces staring back
Only one open seat
Next that guy
The one
That hurt(s) you?
That hurt your friend?
That hurt your best friend?
And who knows
Who else?
The way he acts
He thinks he'll never get caught
His touch
His sweet talk
Slowly builds
So you don't suspect anything
"Stop,"
You say,
But you're
A Joke.
He makes you
Question
Your friends
Yourself
Your boundaries
Your beliefs
Who's the wrong one?
Those Girls
Him
You?
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
