every queer character knows
of a struggle of how we manifest
an imaginary dream date with one
we like — younger me wouldn't dream
to understand it, and even the adult me
speaks all the same. but it's time to face
the music and let everything die down.

it's never unusual how we do these things
to ourselves — how we dream of a time
where we wouldn't be villainized by people
who don't know us.

to the straights, life is a puzzle and they
seem to flourish whilst we queer folks live
a life of a televised sitcom — a fantasy tale
that isn't supposed to manifest into the
real world.

my love for you may sound fake, and despite
my want for happiness, i know more than anyone
how this story ends — my life is all but a comedy
skit, where i am the clown and you are the king,
and everyone around us are your subjects.