i’m still straight, though.

We toe a blurry, shaking line

Sit cross-legged on either side of the fence

Touch fingers in the peeping holes

Your skin is transparent and smooth

I don’t know what I want from you

Maybe to lay my head in your lap

And stare at your bones

But I do not want to touch you

At least, not in that way

I just want to see you

And I do.

I wish I was as transparent as you.

To kiss you with no lust

Is what I am inclined to do

I swore myself off from boobs a long time ago

But here I am

At least you’re kind of flat.

(Don’t worry, though. You’re still beautiful)

The first thing I noticed

Was that your eyes are the same color

As the frizz of your hair

How does that even happen?

Who created you? The same God who I have sworn myself to?

When I was fasting

And swore not to swear

You did it with me

Sometimes you’d almost say ‘shit’

I could tell.

Shit.

I broke my fast.

That’s your fault.

(Even though it’s mine, you take the blame) (You say sorry to God in the whitest fucking way) (I love it when you try to speak Arabic) (I swore myself off from boobs and white people) (Well, you’re 1/4 japanese, but jesus christ you are so white) (Can you grow a dick so I can kiss you?) (Without any lust- wait, with lust, since you’d be a guy- wait, without lust, because I have sworn myself to abstinence)

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