strawberry lemonade boy
he’s my strawberry lemonade that somehow always stays cold on summer days
i find myself staring at his lips more often than i should they’re pretty pink is it wrong i look at him like that?
i was always told boys don’t kiss boys so maybe i won’t kiss him on the lips i’ll kiss him between his thighs
thinking about the sounds he makes when i touch him is not the thoughts i should be having at church i bet he would let me fuck him in the bathroom
but i don’t only look like that with lust filled eyes i look at him like he holds the key to everything and i’m the kid who wants to destroy classrooms
i see my mamas eyes when my face goes red at my phone she’s not happy her boy loves another boy do you think i can make him laugh loud enough at 3 am my mama will hear
i thought i’d be hanging from oak trees but instead i’m under them with his body on top of me my arms around him i think it’s easier to die for him but i’m gonna live for him instead
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none of you are allowed to badmouth winnie the pooh. i will find out and i will destroy you.
“do you have a type?”
uh yeah, women I’m slightly afraid of
Anyways gay people who try to put other gay people down for fitting stereotypes instead of questioning why that behavior offends straight people so much are boring and need to do some self evaluation
Why do some of y’all take so much pride in not being like other gays (hint: it’s homophobia)
“If commercialization is putting my art on a shirt so that a kid who can’t afford a $30,000 painting can buy one, then I’m all for it.”
Keith Haring
