my breath gets a little faster when i think about it.
when i remember your touch, unwanted
when i remember wondering how far you'd go
you didn't go far. didn't do much at all
i don't know why im so upset
it's stupid, really. innocent.
it was just cuddling but...
i didn't want that.
your hand brushed my stomach,
bare from where my shirt had slid up
i definitely didn't want that
you tried to hold my hand
that's when i pulled away
that's when i asked you to leave
said "it's getting late"
it was only 9:30
it wasn't late at all
i just couldn't handle any more
i didn't want to wait and see where it would go
when i walked you out
you told me you liked me
said you wanted to be my boyfriend
and i...
i said no.
but it made sense then,
why you'd been that way that day
why you were so insistent on certain things
why you kept asking certain questions
why you kept saying certain things
you asked if we could still be friends
and i said we could but...
when i think of that day
i think no.
see, it's stupid
an overreaction, i know
but...
i can't help it
the way my heartbeat gets faster when i think of you
and not in the good way
in the panic way
i don't think we can be friends
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
the prospect of death enraptured him/corey's poetry anthology
कविताthe realities of my life as a trans man from dysphoria to mental illness to sexuality, these poems cover a lot of heavy topics that are all very close to the heart. hopefully you'll find something to help you feel less alone in this lonely world.
