A Story Of The Boys I’ve Loved

I have never been in love

Once I wore the skin of a boy

I swallowed his tongue whole

I made a sweater of him and felt warm

Then he took his skin and made me vomit his tongue

The boy has since left.

There was a boy, he lived in an estate

I bathed in his blood, his long hands scrubbing my back

In the evening, when we met

His shadow would cover me

And I’d be blind to everything else

He left in a hurry a month later

I wrote poetry for him, my ink were tears

And I wrote about his skin and his tongue

I’d go to the hills and listen to the music in the winds as they graze my face

And I’d think about him

Once I went to the hills and I carved a heart without a beat

It won’t break, this heart

My sister thinks he’s a girl

But my friends know he’s a boy

I have never been in love

But I have loved boys

Written by Faltine