The Why of My Being Bi

Why do you need an answer to what I am?

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I loved her

from her scientific saturated lips

sunshine trapped inside

to her narrow, barely open hips

logic was her blood stream

quite like my own, a symbiotic pairing

she smelled like home

a place that always wanted me

not because I showed up at the door

I begged for a habitat and

her walls were always open

I wanted to be the water in her hair

after she took that too long shower

dripping down her throat

brushing the unclear clavicle

on a trek for southern destinations

I wanted to be lost and found in her,

yet all I am truly is lost

I see your accusing eyes

asking what the fuck am I?

Gay, straight, bi

tell me why you need to know?

Am I your need to know?

Something that can’t be pinned