Gayscale.GAYSCALE.Gayscale.
“Cheer up sunshine; I hate to see you cry.” He would whisper to me, as I would dissolve into tears. My eyes would flicker upon his face, that was always comforting and warm, that was always bloody and bruised, and then a sea, a sea that even Moses couldn’t part, would drain from my face.
“I’m s-sorry, Tommy.” Choking on my words. Again. Stupid tears. Stupid society.
“James. Stop it, I’m fine. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed with Oscar Wilde and a few kisses.” He would say, smiling, and limping over to sit next to me on the over
Love?Feelings hidden behind plastic smiles. Painted, colors slathered ; mixed; ruined. They always said show don’t tell. But you’ve got nothing to show but the wreck you are.Love?
Actions reliant on pumping Adrenaline. Testosterone. Desire. Closer, Closer, Closer. Pull me in with your piercing eyes. Closer.Closer.Closer. That gaze. Stop looking into my soul. You already know all my secrets. Stop reading my lips. Shh. Don’t ruin the moment. A smile flutters across your face, Then mine. You touch my
Nyah 
Zeal
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If male homosexuals are called 'gay,' then female homosexuals should be called 'ecstatic'!
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