way you and love and change and hope and dream
it’s all so goddamn beautiful
you’re so goddamn beautiful
i’m going to keep writing you, Lovie
i’m going to keep writing you until long after you run out of things to say about me
my words are everything i am
but i want to give you everything i have
i would rather you have the whole world than i have a single drop of cold air
my girl is made of poetry
words and metaphors
and vulnerability and strength
and so many oxymorons of existence
you are, i’m convinced, the reason for my existence
and i don’t ever want to let go
transatlanticism
My close friend was forced out of her school because she was gay
And you can’t even say hello to me
My close friend leaves me voicemails using her mother’s phone
And you can’t answer my snapchats
You were the first girlfriend I ever had
But that doesn’t make you the first girl I ever loved
I can only give you so much space
Before we are strangers
Trying to build boats out of nothing
To sail across an ocean of emptiness
With the wind of our sighs
Pushing us towards what once was
honest
I AM TIRED OF LOVING
open letter to closeted queer young girls
ever since i came out as bisexual every other word
to come out of my mouth has been gay
it’s funny what being open about the person that you are can do to you
it’s funny how i can make gay jokes now
and people see that i’m not being offensive
i’m actually in a position where i’m joking about myself
it’s funny how no one had any interest in my dating life
until i said i was bisexual on a stage
don’t you think that’s funny?
september, fourteen years ago
my gayness is being her sneaky self
and hiding behind tall boys with bleached hair
and shorter ones who called me the love of their life
end of 7th grade, june
her pink, purple, and blue flag is found
waving from the top of every flagpole
her gayness was like a truckload of bricks
i took those bricks and shoved them right into my closet
where they lived for two years
april, freshman year
coming out was hard enough
i decided i, a dramatic theatre kid
would come out in a slam poem with the whole school watching
i’ve done plenty of spoken word pieces
since then, people have stood up
and left the room when i’ve started to speak
and yes, i’ve gotten tons of pity claps
because what does a fourteen-year-old
bisexual girl know about this world
because gay is an insult
right?
because our whole community definitely has enough space in the closet
right?
because who cares what people feel, there are only two genders
right?
because you gave us the right to marry who we love
and we need to stop asking for more, like basic human rights
right?
because electrocuting me
is going to rid me of the abomination that is me
right?
because wanting to kiss my girlfriend in a coffeehouse
on a Thursday night is too much to ask
because our love is a monster
right?
our love is a monster
right
we’re a monster
right?
i’m a monster
right?
see, i know my girlfriend
and if you told her she was a monster
she’d take it
she’d take it and use it as electricity in her veins
isn’t it funny how i used this poem
to ask her to be my girlfriend?
isn’t it funny how our love is love
and it’s as real as any other?
dear closeted queer young girls,
i’m
