I
A gun. A car. A boy.
The boy in the fast car pulls out a gun.
He tells me he will shoot me.
A gun. A car. A boy.
Right now, I think I am in love with him.
He still has the gun on me.
A gun. A car. A boy.
I know why he wants me dead. Boys don't like other boys.
He pulls the trigger.
II
A smile. A car. A boy.
The boy in the cheap car tells me he loves me.
He leans in to kiss me.
A smile. A car. A boy.
Right now, I know I am in love with him.
He kisses me.
A smile. A car. A boy.
I know that people want us dead. Boys don't like other boys.
He is fine with that.
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undone - a poetry book
Poetrypoems. about death. about love. although i was never really sure there was that much of a difference there. for is it not true that when we die we are loved more?
