Pink + Purple Hearts Club

We might as well live with our hearts on our sleeves.

Our pink + purple hearts…

Because we've been through the war.

We were the ones pushed through the door,

Held up in sacrifice,

To tease,

To shun,

To fuddle.

When all anyone young and growing wants,

Is someone to cuddle;

Someone to lie next to,

Laughing so free.

Made so complicated because His one,

Is a He.

And this!

In the last page of this diary.

You have to know I feel you as you walk through the door.

Like, a tidal wave on dry land

Salt jammed in a sore.

Like lavender breeze

You make me feel so fine.

Like jazz to a poet

You illuminate my mind.

So,

We might as well because, hell,

What have we got to lose?

We did all the drugs!

We drank all the booze.

We left each other and all the good ones to die.

So I lay here silently laughing as you lie weeping on your side.

I'm not a beautiful lover

And can be so unkind

It's the tragedy of this gay

(That baffles your mind)

So,

We might as well love with our hearts on our sleeves…

Lucky,

Kiddo,

You,

and me.

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