it is beautiful to be faggy. i love being your fag. being fag is give yourself to the world. give yourself to others. take it on the lips and say thank you.

being fag is give in to desperation. to let it known that you wish to be known. being faggoted is when you are waiting at daybreak to see their shadow, even when they are walking away from you. being faggoted is when you say thank you because you love them and they don't respond because they're scared. i want to be your fag. i would give anything to be your fag.

i would suck your dick every day if you would carry the heavy soil up the drive to plant our flowers together. i rub your feet at end of day because i love you. there's nothing else that i need anymore. please marry me. im giving up on hate.

my breasts are soft. they make me cry when you touch my nipples. you can touch them all the time. i'll cry for you and i'll say thank you because it makes me happy because it makes you happy. it makes me happy to be sad for you, because it's a toy when it's just for us, we're just playing, like we're children again, but we're not anymore. please touch me. i don't want to go another day without you.

im fag for her. she makes me feel like you can't. it doesn't have to hurt anymore. she makes me feel strong, she makes me expand and outgrow the earth, outgrow its borders. she's fag for me because i protect her. i keep her soft and she keeps me hard. i love her. she loves me. i don't love her like i love you, but i love you just the same. you don't have to be her. i want you as you.

she's fag for you. she keeps you sane. understands you like i couldn't. i was homeschooled. it's hard to get some of these things. but i pray for her to stay and for you to stay and for me to stay. we save each other. we build this home out of bones and we paint it yellow and pink from pulled dandelions and light roses. i envy and it hurts. it stings like burning. but i pray for her to stay and for you to stay and for me to stay. because i love you.

i can tell that i'm fag in snowy moments. you hurt me and i scream and i say thank you and it all melts away. i'm me, free from expectation. i hurt, but i am not scared. my body feels fear, but i am not scared. i have my word. it keeps me gentle. i ask you to attack me because i know you built me a shield first. it has our crest on it, the flowers in our yard.

i don't know what it's like to be anyone else. i thank God every day for you two. even when it hurts, i say thank you. when it feels like nothing, i pray to God to let grant me to feel again. i say please, because that's what i was taught. i say thank you.