gaypoetry101

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A little piece of my heart broke today because I forgot to follow my own rule: Never, ever, ever, get your hopes up

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Me, realizing that I definitely have a crush on the guy next to me on the third fucking day of school and knowing it will take all semester to get over

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I miss not being able to stop thinking about you

I miss getting a text and hoping it’s from you

I miss being pathetically infatuated with you

I miss having someone to think about,

Because sometimes it’s better to be crushed by a crush than feel nothing at all

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I wonder what it feels like to be more than alright

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Gay culture is being hopelessly in love with someone who could never feel the same way

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Why should I waste away my days? Why should I try to make you see me? Why should I fall apart for you?

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I loved him, forgoing logic, happiness, hope, and peace. I regret it all.

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I have a VERY hot take for you all:

Straight people should never be regarded as LGBT icons.

Beyonce, Ariana, Taylor Swift, ect…. They’re not gay icons. They’re not gay. They shouldn’t be regarded as gay/lesbian/bi icons.

If their music resonates with you and you’re lgbt- cool idrc. But I hate that, like… they’re regarded as The Best Gay Icons when they’re not gay.

Lady Gaga? Actually a gay/bi icon. Janelle Monae, Freddie Mercury, ect. They’re LGBT icons.

Shut the fuck up about Ariana and Taylor Swift being gay icons.

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I know you don’t mean to, or even realize you’re doing it, but you continuously rip my heart to shreds the moment I think I’m moving on

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At 2am, while listening to Blue Neighborhood by Troye Sivan, having had too much iced coffee trying to fight a migraine, I admitted my feelings for you. You were kind, but vague. You were understanding, but not straightforward. You both cleared things up and fogged up the glass. I would’ve preferred outright rejection.

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I used to dream about you everynight

and maybe it’s because you’re always on my mind,

with me when i’m writing a poem,

with me when i’m reciting in class,

with me when i’m talking to a cute boy,

with me when i’m eating, and

with me when i’m crying.

you were the only one that I thought about and it made me happy, finally, I have an inspiration to help me get through this ratchet life I have.

but some time then, for some reason, I realized, it sucked. it sucked so bad.

it didn’t really do me good.

I couldn’t focus.

I couldn’t focus on my poems, my studies, my health, my being.

I’ve always told myself that i’m going to forget about you, i’m going to do my best to clear you from my memory. I’m going to have fun and not let you ruin everything and let me lose what i’ve gained from being apart from you.

but I guess I failed. I failed bigtime.

no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to do it.

I sleep thinking about what’s between us and I wake up thinking the same.

and at this point, it’s become a cycle that I can’t get out of. i’ve become a train that’s trapped in an unending, circular track.

and now, I have nightmares about you.

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Today I’m doing it, I’m finally giving up on you. I’m no longer entertaining that bittersweet glimmer of hope that you might like me, fed by my own imagination and exaggerations of our interactions. I’m done pining for a boy who would have said or done something by now, if he liked me. And if he does- and yes, this is hypocritical- then maybe he should’ve said something... anything to let me know. Anything to give me a hint that maybe we could be something. But at this point I’ve accepted that any hints I’ve perceived have been ones concocted in my own head, trivial fantasies that had no reason to exist. So, I’m done. I can’t keep doing this. I’m. Done.

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Bittersweet Summer

I sat in the same spot we sat together

Beneath the palm trees in the sweltering heat

Enjoying the cool breeze that was our only comfort

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I saw it in my head,

You, singing along to music and being utterly ridiculous

Me, trying not to grin from ear to ear

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And remembering that day scared me,

Because I’m doing my best to move on,

And I just want to be free

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The Flame

There’s a flame still burning,

It’s burning for you

And I’m still learning,

But I can’t stop yearning

I need to extinguish it,

But that small bit of hope,

I can’t help but keep it going,

Even if it burns me alive

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“A mighty pain to love it is

And ‘tis a pain that pain to miss

But of all pains, the greatest pain

It is to love, but love in vain”

-Abraham Cowley

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Lately I’ve felt like you might like me back... so obviously I’m in a hellscape trying not to get my hopes up

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The bittersweet pain of loving someone who doesn’t see you is like no other