On a lonely night,
Brightened only by your illuminating smile.
It starts with a kiss,
My first real, passionate kiss.
Your smoke-tainted lips,
Plant an unfamiliar, infectious seed.
Nourished with the soul’s Miracle Grow,
A seed of courage begins to sprout within me.
Your contagious light spreads.
The roots flourish,
Anchoring me to a personal soap box.
From which I scream proudly,
"I AM A FAGGOT!"
Now, gazing into the stars with tears in my eyes,
I see you.
Drowning in doubt,
Your questions leave you grasping for a lifeline.
I extend my hand,
To return the favor.
Showering your frail roots with admiration,
All I can do is hope.
I kneel by my bed,
Praying to any God that will listen.
Explore this desolate universe, dear,
But our roots will be forever intertwined.
True love may be unconditional,
But goodbye is not an option.
Will I ever stop?
What others choose as,
Morphs my non-cohesive, malleable self-image.
The mirror upon which I compare myself:
To the world.
Who epitomizes the definition of perfection?
A sense of self-worth is no where to be found;
Flash my life’s vacancy sign.
Peace and quiet.
The bane of my existence.