are straight boys obligated to touch the top of every door frame??
I don’t want to be the afterthought that everyone seems to make me out to be. I want to be the here and the now and all the in betweens. I can’t be all of the forgotten words you wish you had said.
I am not the bottled up words you keep locked away behind your tongue. I am the I love you, the I’m sorry, the I wish you were here, the I miss you. I am not the afterthought.