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
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THE ASKING
WRITER’S NOTE: I want to dedicate this poem to my brothers-at-heart. To you dearies – Dubem, Bobby, Temi-D and every LGBTIQ person on here who knows what truly it means
I WANT
I want to love you like Friday night cuddles over Monday mornings I want to love you like the smell of roses over its thorny stems I want to love
THE WORD
I didn’t know what else to do and so I did the only thing I know well. This is for Chibuihe Obi. This is for people that won’t keep quiet.
2 Comments
Oludayo
December 28, 11:10Beautiful poem… Faltine
law9
December 30, 00:43nice