A different feeling 

All so different to me 

Nothing was as strong as our dealings 

Everything would have been “we”

I’ve been waiting for you, constantly thinking about the deeper meanings

Who are you to make me question my own sexuality? 

Hoping if you don’t make it that I'll have strong healing

Why go, leaving me?

Why push me to love another, it’s not the same feeling?

You’ve sent her letters but none to me…

While I sit and think about you every evening 

I'm hurt, T.