Your self deprecating comments hit me like a challenge.

"Love me, you coward," your downcast eyes imply.

Maybe my kisses can't cure but I want to put in the effort.

I wish I could paint so that every morning you wake

you'd find a mural of the beauty I perceive

instead of the mirror showing flaws only you can see.

.

Those girls you compare yourself to,

I'm not interested in them.

Is it mean to think they couldn't cum

unless they're getting insta-likes while I lick?

Maybe, but that's the kind of women they are.

You actually break from the social feed.

At times I see you alone lost in a think.

How I long to know your every deep.

.

I wanna know about every book you read,

even the werewolf smut. If you like it,

there must be something wonderful inside.

Your mind is full of overlooked treasures.

That's why your words are met with silence,

we're all in awe and ashamed your words

weren't ours, or maybe that's only me.

.

I've been scared to confess my longing.

It isn't a matter of orientation.

I've known from the start that you

have already lived every gender and species

in the splendor of your cerebral chamber.

I've never been afraid that you can't love a woman

 only that I'm not worthy of your affection.

I'm never as nice as my friends are to me.

I fail at returning sympathy or showing gratitude.

I'm rude and crass and you're strong without

the armor of sass. That's why I hide so much.

.

I want your love, I do.

I want to love you in the way

that only two people can find

together in a lifetime.

Fair weather or toxic fog

I will grow gills

and live in the bogs

of your imagination,

I will vacation on the ashes

of you enemies

and read your entire AO3.

But you have to give it to me

and this is me asking.

.

I'm just a lesbian without a hope

trying to woo the hot librarian type.

That's gotta be ship-tag, right?

I've shown you mine

and I'll satisfy yours.

Give me a chance,

I'll teach you what a diary is for.