You asked how did I know
and I launched into detail
about the crush
on my grade six best friend,
explained how in the early morning
when cool summer light
crawled through blinds
and I was the only one awake, lying on the floor
within my friends room, I would catch
my eyes wondering over to her,
and with each breath she took
it felt like the world slowly melted away
drip by drip until
the two of us
where the only ones alive.
You asked if anything happened
between us and I hastily said no.
Then you asked if I've ever
gone further than looking
and I again said no.
That's when it happened,
just like with everyone else
who finds out
I haven't kissed a girl.
You start weighing the idea
that this could all be in my head,
that there was still time for you
to change my mind,
that this might be a phase.
I sit here, growing smaller and smaller
and the idea of kissing a girl
pressed pressure on my lips
and all I want is that kiss
because maybe next time
when I tell someone I like girls
I'll finally have that stamp of approval
tattooed on my lips
that yes I'm bi
and no this isn't a phase.
DU LIEST GERADE
Violet Strings
Poesie"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
