look at how they discard us,
my friends whisper to me while
we glance at boys dipped in saltwater
watch the way they revel in our acco
-mplishments, I lament in response
closeted men, how they relish
the thought of gay dating apps
until they meet "truly gay" men
who's the real pansies?
: closet
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
