infatuation?
crush?
or could it possibly be love?
oh dear god!
i didn't want my life to be that complicated
i just wanted to live on castro,
open a lesbian bookstore cafe that sells fresh flowers
and have a poetry night every month...
but, NO, i had to love her.
of all the world, her,
sweet strong butch.
who i have eyes cannot see
have arms cannot reach
have smiles cannot give to,
and i miss her.
i miss her.
i miss her.
i miss her so bad that i hate myself.
gone crazy
dance around naked in 21degree F on the street late at night
knock my head on the floor and wonder what's going on
i really wanna know...
