Homo

I've always been different from the boys. I'm the boy who likes the boys, he does not want to talk to the boys, he wants to love the boys. He wants the boys to love him back, he wants satisfaction from a boy, he feels queer about this. He's unfortunate to feel guilty from time to time. He's a Catholic, the saint inside of him screams the philosophies of St. Augustine, he's un reformed, he's pure but he wants to open the door to find a little bit of sin free, sin. He wants to spread without guilt and love without question in mind. He's still hiding in the shadows from the ones who knew him best. Always a flamer but never a flame. Fears tell him that once he's out, it'll never be the same. And for sake of doubt he'll sit, he'll pout and wish upon Vampires and demons and Angels and Faith to help him keep the flame alive. For truth is of beauty and doubt is of pain. So we can try and be true to ourselves and never fear love again.