You broke up with me at 2 am.
Were you that desperate to leave?
You always go sleep at 10 pm.
Didn't make a noise, I cried to my sleeve.
That day you told me your bisexual
And that you're exploring what you are.
Two days later, you're heterosexual.
You don't even know who you are.
No one knows who they really are.
You're not supposed to at thirteen.
You just need a slight idea so far,
It's really hard right now to stay clean.
YOU ARE READING
end of love
PoetryBook of poems mostly about heartbreak and love. To my exes, without you this book wouldn't have happened. Thank you for the love and the heartbreak.
