GAY — BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY (changed it up a little) —————————————————————
I said I wanted Thin Mints and my friend said they knew a guy…
You showed up with a boombox and stars in your eyes. Who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless? We bonded over Black Eyed Peas and complicated exes..
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Who knew you were in a relationship with a girl behind my back? And I was the other man. Now I’m a homewrecker, I’m a ‘slut’, I got death threats filling up semi-trucks…all because I liked a boy. All this, for what? I’d fell so deeply into it, thinking it was all so…innocent, and apparently it was too late to be your first love but you always said I was your favourite.
He cried, curled up on the bed you two would share at his place — as much as you were, a shitty person, to his new knowledge…he still wanted you to stay.
Silently he cried — he was always a kind of ‘soft’ type of boy. And he didn’t want you to catch him crying, and make fun of him, so he tried to be as quiet as possible with tired eyes.
..homewrecker….slut… …you’re the reason a nice, heterosexual relationship was ruined… his thoughts swirl.