Existent

Why do you like girls?

Eyes round circled disgust,

no gaps in which to let the 

truth curve inside,

so maybe she could see, why I,

was not a straight line,

but a stretch of an inclination

towards what was normal, and what

was not.

Mouth, an ignorant peeling, 

falling open,letting her words pour,

why? why are you into girls, 

you're pretty,

you're not fat,

You really do not look like a dyke,

I question, so

I have to dress like a man, 

to love a girl?

Does that not contradict the fact,

that I am a girl, into girls,

not trying to be a man?

Clearly you are ill educated,

clearly you have a closed mind,

so allow me to open it,

with an inkling of a hand.

I don't like girls, or

like boys,

or quite frankly like much of anyone but,

I love her,

not because she's a man, or a girl-

no-

but because I fell in love with the 

way her mind is wide enough

to dance on, 

expands far enough to imply

she's my universe,

she is the stars and the planets,

she is the night, a blanket so light, 

yet wraps around me,

so 

tight,

so if your mind,

can only see, the sky,

then I don't expect you to understand

why

I am in love with beyond your vision,

I am in love with a life.