You broke my heart
but it doesn’t feel like heart break.
I drive a little faster, I cross the street without looking, I smoke an extra cigarette for each time I usually smoke one. I take my walks late at night instead of the safer afternoon. I go outside while my hair is still wet. I take two extra sleeping pills than I should.
I’ve become reckless.
Maybe you didn’t break my heart.
Maybe you just broke my way of living.
i say “i’m bisexual” but all you see is me holding hands with my girlfriend and you suddenly can’t hear me over “i didn’t know you were a lesbian"
I say, “i’m bisexual” but my coming out goes unheard over you telling me, “it’s just a phase, you’ll pick a side eventually"
I say, “i’m bisexual” but you can’t hear me over “oh, honey, you’re just confused, you’re too young to know for sure”
I say, “i am bisexual” but you hear “i am greedy” “i am indecisive” “i am wishy-washy”
I am bisexual and I am so fucking tired of your stereotypes and your assumptions
I am bisexual and I am valid