Hi, I’m Gatsby
We have a lot to talk about
But first, I need you to know you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen
(Love, Gatsby)

Here I am, fighting for the last breath
so I could write about you
and I could wonder about
how I used to see you as a stranger
but now I see you as a beautiful
rare flower.

While I discreetly
Wandered around
Looking for nobody
You quietly found me
And made me
Your somebody

we are crackheads
we are not cis
we are not straight

we like messing around
and going on mall dates.

we ate,
we ran,

but i really dont want this fun to end.

she laughs,

she cries.


he laughs,

he cries.


we're having fun

on this small mall date.

sitting with you, on the meadows,
slowly leaning my body against the ticklish grass on the ground,
head on top of your broad chest,
where i can hear your heartbeat, the warmth feels like home.
watching the night sky, the stars shimmering bright,
the moon illuminating the reflection of the sun’s light,
shooting stars falls,
and fireworks spread out, slowly falling down,
talking about, our life,
oh,
i love you.

i write out my feelings.
are they true? are the words i put out true?

hell, i don’t even know.


reading your poems about her, god

*******.


****.

yknow?


i don’t know if i can do this.


i’ve gotten better, honestly,



but now the scent of food makes me gag,


the sight of you makes me warm.


and she glares, making me stop.



i want to hug you.

to call you mine.


BUT GOD I ALWAYS KEEP QUIET FOR TOO LONG AND I DONT EVEN KNOW IF THE THINGS YOU TELL ME ARE TRUE BECAUSE IM SURE YOU WOULDNT TELL MY **** BUT-

but-

but it’s okay.


i’m a bit jealous, is all.


oh well.



at least your happy with the person who took you away

ah
so this
is what lips
are for