I pour my heart out into poems, even if they’re not good, they come from truth. Sometimes my feelings get too intense and I scare some people away. My heart is big and soft and I don’t want to make it hard and small for others to swallow like a pill, but I always feel like second best. I guess I didn’t get the good genes ‘cause people choose my siblings or cousins over me. I thought I finally got the girl I’ve liked for a year now, that she was finally giving me a chance. I’m out to my parents, I just needed to move in with my dad so I would be safe seeing her, but it turns out I’m just a rebound, which I should’ve seen coming, and she would be making out with my sister instead if she wasn’t straight. I’m just the bi sister. I’m just someone who’s not good at kissing but not terrible either. I’m just a body.