Ode to the Straight Girl
i think about her sometimes
the straight girl ™
who wouldn’t think
about being with a woman
unless if it were a joke
to receive male attention
or avoid unwanted male attention
my mind keeps going back to her
she’s a beam of light
her laugh has the capability
of filling an entire room
her dimples are engraved
in my subconscious — forever
i had a dream about kissing her once; it felt real
& better than kissing that boy i dated in high school
she disappeared from my life as fast as she waltzed into it
she wouldn’t know this poem was written for her
i’d say i miss her, but how do you miss someone
you never really knew in the first place?
i guess you could say the same thing about
the heterosexual girl i once claimed to be
i don’t know her anymore, but i still remember
Queer Realization
what are you looking for? / this girl on tinder asks me / say i don’t know / something between a hookup / and a committed relationship / something real but lowkey / that’s not the truth / i know / what I want / a girl / to fall in love with / like the sun sets / in daylight savings time / to snuggle with / under fleece blankets / kiss her lips / under the moonlight in the cool air / stumble home drunk with / in the middle of the night / after a bar crawl / hold hands with / in broad daylight sweaty-palmed / write good (not cheesy) poems for / travel around the world with / get so caught up in / that nothing else matters / (if only for a moment) / but instead / i slow myself down / let’s hang out maybe? / i message her / hopeful, yet guarded /
Royal Rose 