Boys (poem by me)

Be you or be with you? Don't think I'll decide

Maybe I just want to kiss you-

In the way that grafts us like trees

So I can have your face, what's on those pretty shoulders

Your obviously, effortlessly he

Or how you breeze through every race(despite shorter legs,

you have me beat in pace,

because cis boys never stay)

Or so I can know how you think of me

Like if I'm pretty in a boy way

Because nothing's like the dysphoria of not knowing

If you like "Me"

The daughter I'm projecting

Or if you like me

Just an angry son who's tired of half-assed pretending


(This is unfinished and not about alterhumanity and idk if this platform is chill with mild cussing but idk I wanted to share)