A girl with a girl.
A couple.
Once they were best friends.
Now they fuck each other every weekend.
They kiss and they cuddle.
But, is it wrong?
Is what they're doing bad?
If I press my lips to hers, would it be a mistake.
My heart might break.
Because, I think I like a girl, but, I don't think I'm gay.
Or am I?
She grabs my ass and jokes with me.
What are we?
Do I love her?
Or is it a lie?
Do I really need a guy?
If all sins are equal, would this force me to go to hell?
I love all the things she does so well.
I have to disappear.
I'm a disappointment and a cheater.
Bye, stay away from this gross alcoholic drinker.
I'm tipsy and I'm sick.
And I miss you with every bit if my heart.
But I'm sorry love, we must stay apart.
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Banned between two kinds.
I'll see you someday.
Once upon a time that someday was Monday.
But now you're gone and dead.
I'm sorry for all my over reactions.
My topsy turvy personality contractions.

- Ariah Christman