i told someone today.
my best friend.
i told someone else.
my other friend.
they know i'm gay.
they were accepting.
but i can't help but wonder
do they think of me differently
now that they know?
i want to tell you, too.
i want to tell you
that you're the one
where i finally confirmed it,
going from
questioning to
bisexual.
but i can't help but wonder
would you think of me differently
if you knew?
i can never seem to get the words out;
i'm constantly choking on them
before i finally push them
back down inside.
i meant to tell you earlier.
everyday,
i tell myself
that i'll finally tell you today,
but those days all pass by,
and those words becomes
lies.
and i can't help but wonder
would you be upset
that it's taken me so long
to tell you
(if i ever muster up any courage to do so)
when you trusted me,
unlike how you do to others,
and told me
the first week we met?
CZYTASZ
to you
Poezjato you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
