June 9th – Love Pt. 1 – Boys
I think of all that I’ve risked just to kiss these boys,
To touch their tongues with mine and lose their friendship.
Swapping saliva can really complicate a relationship- poison the fertilized roses.
They like my thorns and my scent and hold my hand through hell.
But I withdraw in fear,
And their confusion poisons their passion,
And as it fades,
I lose them.
If I love them I lose them.
If I keep them I lose myself.
My haven will vanish.
Safety will be with them and I cannot let that happen,
Because arms that are not my own are only temporary.
Warm hands become cold;
Fingertips may leave their greasy marks on the glass of my heart,
But they leave nonetheless.