Ultra Gay

I like celebrating Valentine's day weeks after it happened. No judging. I'm totally hipster now.


One-way Glass


Such honest words:

My eyes pore over them

And for the longest time the paper comes to life,

Sparing no second,

No tight grasp behind.

I raise my eyes up,

Fixate myself on your face,

And for the longest time we look at each other;

No. We see different things,

But I’ll bear with it.

The nib glides

Across rough sheets

And for the longest time you don’t look up.

Your grip’s unfastened,

your script too free.

Such beautiful words:

I can only admire

And for the longest time I am in love—

But your eyes,

In whom are they lost?

I take a pen

Write down words of my own

And for the longest time I know not what;

A waste of youth, isn't it?

Je ne sais quoi.

(Such honest words:

I look down on my sheet,

And for the longest time I think.

I’m sorry—

We saw different things.)

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I wrote this a month ago in the lonely island that is my room in the Charity House (again, roommate had not come back yet.) The desolation was so heart-breaking I actually wrote something out of unrequited love. Productive!

Bow.