When I Look At Her

When I look at her,

Thousands of butterflies

Fill my stomach

And bounce back and forth,

Trying desperately to get free.

 

When I look at her,

My heartbeats become

Like a drum in

A heavy metal band,

Beating furiously to the beat.

 

When I look at her,

Her deep, gentle eyes

Pull me in

To their Wonderland,

Entrancing me even further.

 

Like steps in quicksand

I soon become lost

Falling

Deeper and deeper

 

The more I try to escape

The further I fall

Sinking

Deeper and deeper.

 

When I look at her.

At her.

 

When I look at her,

My chest aches so

Hard for her

Heart and soul and eyes,

Threatening to burst and erupt.

 

But I am a her.

Longing for another.

Hers

Are not supposed

To want hers.

 

When I look at him,

My heart skips too

And my breath

Catches in my throat,

Keeping butterflies from escape.

 

When I look at him.

At him.

 

When I look at her.

At her.

 

Gay is not okay

But bisexual is worse.

Choose a side.

Stop pretending,

Seeking attention,

Quit tricking.

 

Fear fills my chest.

I beg for acceptance,

Understanding,

My identity,

My pride.

 

I meet only hate,

Anger,

Confusion,

Disappointment.

 

But when I look at her,

At him,

At myself,

There is only love,

Hope.

 

There is no room

For fear

When I look at her,

Look at him,

Look at me.

 

There is only me.

100 percent

Authentic

Bisexual

Me.

 

When I look at her,

Look at him,

Look at me;

There is no other way

For it to be.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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