I met this guy.
He said he’s only gay for me..
Like I should be grateful
he bent the rules for a second
just to touch me.
I wanted to believe
in this thing we called love.
But every time he said you’re different,
it felt like a cut-
like he was splitting me back open
where I’d only just
started to heal.
I still went back,
llike a stray dog
that keeps going home
to the same hand
that feeds it,
even when
it hits.