More than Curiosity

I've been having dreams.

Stepping less and falling back

Confused by what I see

Who is it now, falling prey

By staring back at me?

Who wants a man, so strange in mind

A broken body, yet loved by many

Who cares what gender I seek?

A man or woman, either is fine

Yet shunned am I by the weak.

 

 

They call me gay

Yet half the truth stares them hard in the face.

I fall to my knees, and trust too strong

And walk with the shame in my pace.

My desires extend in both, not one

My attraction further than curiosity

Yet they know not how it is to find attraction

In both the pink and the blue.

 

 

Mother doesn’t know, though my friends

Find it funny.

I don’t appreciate the laughing

Your understanding is false.

Half and half gave room for life

To see it as a blessing

Scatterbrained, though I am my thoughts remain soft.

To be with a girl, to be with a man

Favored none over the other.

 

I’ll find the right one

I’m sure it will come

As I’ve dreamt of a boy so soon.

I know not his name, but only his initials; they fill me with such glee.

I’ll find him someday

I know it is quite true, and till then

I’ll wait for JPG.