LGBTQ+ love
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I watch her
She breathes
And silently, I ask her
Marry me
The words catch in my throat so evilly
For the sake of what
Indeed,
you would love her too
if you would only see her
sitting in a sun-saturated kitchen
with a flower in her hair
and a lyrical smile.
I find her in my bedroom, grinning,
Messy and mischievous, her dark hair down
“I just needed a kirby grip.”
She stiffens up, stands straight,
We fell through the crust by our own choosing.
Cracking, beneath our boots, and with a clamour
We disappeared.
You are angelic