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Demi-Sexual Dream

I told you today and you said it was okay...

Well not really, you only questioned my reality.

Confusion was written all over your ancient face while you sat on your lazy boy.

It was funny how you shot me with acidic questions, I'm bleeding because you're coy!

What?

Did your heart explode, don't tell me your veins became blunt?

Why?

Do we see the same sky?

Who did this to you, show me a flag?

White, purple, and gray lines with a triangle that's black?

¡Ay, mi amor, estás en contra de la corriente!

Abuela, una pregunta: "¿Y si yo no quiero tomar de la misma fuente?"

I don't want to taste the sweat of a sculptured body.

Covered in toffee, I want to drink coffee with a mind that's heavy with academy.

Don't care for eyes, looks, arms, abs, bell, thick, skinny, ass; I only want lips that can comfort!

I want him/he/they/them to write me a ballot about an introvert nugget and make me feel passionate.

So many, why so many?

Is it weird that I'm happy with all this honey and beauty?

Are you okay, do I need you to talk to your mother?

It's an uncanny phase because the weather preached so, right?

When I was young love was given via letters, why did this change?

Nationality equals patriotism equals people equals flags equals union, is sexuality strange?

¡Ay, mi amor, si es lo que pienso te rompo la cara!

Abuela, una pregunta: "¿Si yo era lesbiana, no mejor, un hombre detrás de esta máscara?"

You're going to cry so hard that the world will use its gas cape as an umbrella.

Let me set the scene for you, plain and simple: "Breaking News: Teen Gets Killed by Grandmother With Flaming Chancleta!"

Some neglected articles and pronouns make the story all the more attractive to the gummy eye.

Ooh pronouns, don't get me started now, call me she/her/they/them and if you're feeling creative call me dragonfly!

Crazy you are to believe that I'm classified, is there a section for me in this book?

Was I really hanged by life with this fishing hook?

Mixing me into this abyss of lies, am I part of a union and not truly alone?

Heterosexual, that's what I am right; do I get hit with a stone?

I can't, I can't belong to something so unnatural; are you telling me a lie?

You can't glorify something like a rainbow butterfly that shines and dies, may I cry?

¡Ay, mi amor, tú nunca amarás a una persona solo por su espíritu emocional!

Abuela, una pregunta: "¿Entonces cómo te amo ti, piensa cómo tú haces mi mundo girar?"

Let me sleep tonight as you keep thinking of the ways you could have contradicted me...

My future is written by a person who's wasting precious study time, cherry pie with a sticky psyche.

Close my doors that fill with anxiety, they make you nervous.

You never take me to a twisted doctor; I'm clear to you, how curious...

Love is love, it doesn't have an equation with singular numbers.

I'm raw like the meat on your bones, scream and say that compassion never falters.

You can breathe and live something that's not in the Bible?

We can sleep on a pillow with a metal pin, what will the angels sample?

Rings of commitment are forced upon beauty, are you content?

Innocence and argument are filling to you, I don't need to lament?

I don't know what to feel when you say cream doesn't make the river gleam?

I have an unanswerable question: "Mi amor, are you happy with your ice cream daydream?"

¡Ay, mi amor, tengo tantos ideales que me retumban y asustan!

Abuela, una pregunta: "¿Y si yo te digo que sí, responderás de una forma abrupta?"