thorns all over this rose;

i’m gonna say something controversial yet brave: sexuality labels are a convenient tool we use to define something that is undefinable

they are a convenient shorthand for incredibly complex and unique ideas, which is why it's stupid to try and enforce rigid definitions on who can and can't identify as what

now that i’m sitting here thinking it through, you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you. you can see that i’ve been crying, baby, you know all the right things to say. that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. you ask me for my love then you push me around. you had me crawling for you, honey, and it never would’ve gone away. i never got past what you put me through but it’s wonderful to see that it never fazed you. maybe it’s you and your sick need to give love, then take it away. something’s made your eyes go cold. you give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high. the saddest fear comes creeping in: that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything. it was always on your terms, i waited on every careless word. you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest. why’d you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night? remind myself the more i gave, you’d want me less. my barren land, i am ash from your fire. now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life. if you’d never looked my way, i would’ve stayed on my knees. a con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme. were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke? i’ve never been anywhere cold as you.