it's because I listened to hozier isn't it
I can see the bodies of greek gods reflect in your eyes when you're looking at me
telling me soft and gentle lies.
I could cry at the rubble of a fallen empire
choking on the dust of men who have left me in the dust—
I could never be the boy you dreamed of
and I wish I could tear the skin off my bones
to be born your favorite.
If the universe swears I'm a man,
then why must I rip myself apart to fit the sighs of those who love them?
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