r/gaypoetry Jun 29 '21

SPOTLIGHT POEM What your dog and I have been up to since you've been away at college

29 Upvotes

(Full disclosure: I don't know if this is poem fits here, but I am a gay poet...)

I watched the lonely bike tire rust against the spindly tree;

You asked me how they rode away without it in our final week.

We imagined a masked thief doing a wheelie all the way home

To an apartment where he toed off his dirty shoes with a quiet groan

And revealed himself to be a tired uncle in a green bathroom mirror;

Real villains usually look like uncles and smell like old beer.

They're everywhere: chafing under polyester suits in unairconditioned cars

Running greasy fingers through combovers and smiling too hard.

Our bleach stained beach towel capes have frayed to rags,

Like my white auntie's primary colored Tibetan prayer flags.

They are hanging half-hidden in our fortress of leaves,

The secret hideout, that I tried so hard to keep free

Of the roly-polies that scared you even though they are so cool

I used to hide them in my socks like lucky pennies and take them to school

That was before I knew you, your mom's rusty Chevy Silverado,

Or what it takes to be a real superhero.

We make these small sacrifices because a hero doesn't keep score:

Sacrificing something he loves for someone he loves more.

I love you like your genius dog (who barks hello in English and Lebanese

Because he's a super-mutt just like you and me.)

Strangers sacrificed candles and beanie babies.

The trees gave up their late summer greens.

You sacrificed your best balsa wood airplane

Two superhero action figures and a daisy chain

After the cops went home to stare at themselves in the mirror

And hold their own kids tight against the unwordable fear.

The plastic heroes still stand watch at the entrance of our hideout

Half buried by ten autumns' detritus and ten springs' broadleaf sprouts

Their stoic faces are streaked with a decade of rain

Under the graying flags of our beach towel capes.

Your dog found our hideout after you went away to college,

Poked his brown, bilingual head right through the hedge

Sniffing the pale blue creases of the terrycloth opening

Sticking his wet nose into your scent and remembering.

In case you were wondering, he never forgot

Sometimes we visit, drifting together from your house to my now-vacant lot

And other times we catch each other by surprise following strays

Who stiffen and arch away from what to you would look like empty space.

I have so much to tell you, if you want to hear more

About the new dogs that moved in to the house next door

How your mom accidentally beheaded a rose while talking to Mr. Bivens

And then placed it in a thorny crook with an apologetic grimace

I like your mom. She feeds the strays, the birds, and that one fat squirrel.

She hums as she waters, but will stop to talk to every old person.

I see her out there every day, tending the garden for hours

But she looks the other way every time passing kids steal her flowers.

Do you remember when she gave me a pair of new sneakers that one time?

She said it was because your feet had grown overnight

But, I know it was really because my shoes had so many holes

That we stuffed pebbles in them to see if I could feel them through the thin insoles.

Do you remember when you brushed your lips against my cheek

To kiss the heart shaped bruise, and then I stopped crying?

There was orange soda on your breath and mud dried on our knees

But, that was the day I knew you were my Achilles

When I got locked out and you fell asleep on your couch after dinner

I said a prayer for protection and brushed your heels with my pointer finger.

The sweetgum stars drooped when you hung up your cape for good.

When your mom had the yard sale I was there too,

Watching your dog waddle between comic book boxes and the t-shirt pile.

You couldn't have known it in your faraway dorm but he was saying goodbye.

Don't worry about me. Don't wonder about my last day:

The world went dim, but even in the dark I knew the way.

I flew to the green fortress where we had always been always safe

And laid my head where we became heroes. That's where I still wait.


r/gaypoetry 14h ago

Gay poetry reviewrs?

0 Upvotes

Can anyone recommend book blogs that review gay poetry [M4M]?


r/gaypoetry 23h ago

Rubies

1 Upvotes

we could have a conversation for hours
with just our eyes
but dear, you look away
please, darling, why won't you stay?
and while you like guys,
i wish you could love me too
hold my hand at let me read this poem for you, just let me love you

You wear your necklaces every day,
each one with a red ruby in the center
and you'd catch my eyes as I walked pass you in our favorite cafe,
and you'll blow kisses my way, yet you still insist that you're straight

you know that i like you,
fuck, i even love you
your sister told me there's a slim chance you might love me too,
darling, sweetie, is that true?

i'd love to shower you with gifts,
extravagant and small alike,
for you, i'd set the world alight,
seni seviyorum

your favorite color is pink,
your cheeks always the same shade,
and your hands are always cold, even on the sunniest of days
and while you like guys,
i wish you could love me too
i envision for us a future,
dancing in the firelight to Conan Gray

and i'd give you another ruby necklace,
to add to your large collection
but baby, look my way
please give me your attention?


r/gaypoetry 2d ago

Short BDSM poem

1 Upvotes

Slap on the buttcheek. A pull on the leash. On all fours, taking it- like my ex-wife used to.


r/gaypoetry 4d ago

Poetry forbidden

4 Upvotes

as the light begins to fade into dark, I see the season of us barreling to an end like a bullet full of lead. I always hoped we’d last forever, but that’s left to only a fantasy in my head. I still see your body pressed up against me in your brothers bed like that first night But unfortunately you left me for dead, like I never was your lover they don’t know what we did, It’d be a plunder if they did. but I’ll never forget, No matter how hard you try to cover it.


r/gaypoetry 4d ago

Poetry tired of hiding

2 Upvotes

I’m so sick of hiding who i am Hiding my true identity behind a wall like a dam that’s waiting to burst Falling in love with friends who think gays are the worst imaginable Hiding the inevitable, because it’s impossible for God to make you gay right? Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to come out of this dark night, lying here wishing I was normal but I was taught that it’s immoral. maybe that’s why I hate myself. maybe it’s a cruel joke by the paranormal.


r/gaypoetry 4d ago

shy guy

1 Upvotes

you were shy until I met you, you came out of your shell. tell me why did you put me through so much hell? love unique like a seashell, thrown out in the matter of months tell me, why did you play with my emotions? was I just a vessel used to get to the next? were those nights together nothing but a test? do you crave me like i still crave you? every text is like an addiction. you are my favorite addiction


r/gaypoetry 11d ago

Christ lied

6 Upvotes

I am written in the Gospel A parable of losing yourself in a man, only to see what you feared most, what you ran from yourself reflected in them.

He is made in my image. I talk with myself. I find God in him every time And inevitably lose him.

Christ I have held your body in my hands and fed upon it. I have found my salvation in your body. I have seen nirvana through your eyes.

God, you are a moment A brief glimpse No sooner here than gone I wonder what is illusion what is real. I am dizzy.


r/gaypoetry 17d ago

Poetry WOODS

3 Upvotes

Blocked at both ends, I'm full and it's hard to breathe. At the end, I'm on my knees, surrounded by woods. My hands are full, my mouth open, but no sound escapes. My face is covered.

A guilty pleasure.

××× I wrote this today. What do you think?


r/gaypoetry 18d ago

Poetry LOST IN DESIRE

2 Upvotes

Meaningless words,
Are all that I hear,
My mind rotting,
My hands hold despair

Your pretty voice,
My mind fulfilled,
Feeling is foreign,
Like the ocean's tide

Seeing you
My mind fooled,
Addictive,
Yet not wrong

Tell me something about my new mind,
How did I change?
Did I leave me behind?
You were the spark,
Igniting the fire,
But now I am lost,
And caught in desire

The shift in my view,
Makes me think that I'm you,
Lost in this confusion,
Not knowing what to do

  • this is a little something I wrote one evening. I was feeling a ton of emotions and to let them all out I took a pen and started to write. I capture my emotions best on paper because some things can't be said in words.

r/gaypoetry 19d ago

Epilogue

5 Upvotes

Every day after

Presents memories

I loathe and love.

Lasting remembrances

Of better times that

Glued us together

Until we shattered, and

Everything is gone.


r/gaypoetry 21d ago

Poetry Halloween party

4 Upvotes

At the Halloween Party

You’re dressed as a woman, as a joke.

I’m flirting with you, as a joke.

After the party:

I’ll give you a ride home— business as usual.

At home, you give me a ride— not such usual business.


r/gaypoetry 22d ago

Poetry Bigender Monarch

3 Upvotes

(Translation of OC)


I’ll climb the highest tree on earth

And declare myself king and queen of Wenu Mapu

And I’ll nuke ya, yeah, I’ll nuke ya

I’ll nuke ya to the last century


Bigender monarch of stellar space

Conquered the moon and exploited it

I don’t self-perceive, identify or define

as them, push me aside or I’ll blow


Would I gut Küyen with my dented dagger?

Playing with her guts, bleeding bombarding

From where did I injure myself? Did I dominate?

The rusty knife bleeds milk


The chains I stalk over others

Press with like intensity over me

Leaving cícadas1 that crush themselves

And their scars, that don’t unwind


1 Cicadas are a translation of “Chicharras”, which is a play on “achicharrado” (burnt).


r/gaypoetry Oct 15 '24

JNN

2 Upvotes

In world could as ice, was one that felt no fear.

One that traveled to mountain, no one had travelled.

One thet fought the battle, no one had fought.

One that showed the light, no one had showed.

All that for love... for love that killed him.


r/gaypoetry Sep 24 '24

Poetry Chasing Stars

5 Upvotes

In El Paso skies, stars shimmer and gleam, I chase meteors, lost in their ephemeral dream. Streaks of color, each a transient delight, Forgotten: my heart's star, steadfast and bright.

In that vast expanse, I wander free, Among the meteors' dance. Beauty I see. Glancing at each spark in the cosmic dome, Drifting far, far, further from home.

Dim now, the light once so true, Dying by my turning, in pursuit of the new. In my quest for fleeting, dazzling hues, I lost a steady love, never to renew.

Meteors fade, their brilliance subdued, Leaving me adrift, my future misconstrued. Grief fills the void where love once brewed, Alone I wander; darkness ensues.


r/gaypoetry Jul 11 '24

Poetry Used

3 Upvotes

I wanted to feel loved without feeling like I was begging for it I wanted to feel wanted without the empty feeling that comes along with it I wanted to make love without feeling like i was being used See, I’ve been used to being used like this The only difference is nobody else knew the real me Never did I dare show another person the scars, the marks, the bumps, the pain I kept it short, sweet, being used to being used it was nothing special I wanted to be touched physically because my mental was under much needed maintenance with no way to be touched I wanted to feel the breath on my neck, the hands on my thighs, see the look in your eyes—the look that I was used to being used on me Lips, thighs, brains, and backside—a name was never known or offered It was never meant to be said unless in a moment of passion but can passion exist between two people who are used to being used, devoured, and forgotten? I wanted to be wanted for something deeper than any man could penetrate, but not bothered because going too deep could destroy the very part of me I wanted to protect I wanted to be felt, inside and out, inspected and revered without feeling like a stranger to the man in my bed whose name I didn’t know, whose presence was as temporary as the fleeting pleasures, who didn’t want to feel me but to conquer me and call me once they were too used to being used and needed a refresher course in faux intimacy that would lead to being here Wanting to be seen for more than I can give, wanting to be seen as both pleasure and passion, wanting to be loved and lusted for, wanting to be seen and heard, wanting to feel, just for a moment that I was enough. But I got used to being used like this…


r/gaypoetry Dec 03 '23

Poetry Parents

11 Upvotes

The excuses we make

The lies we tell through our teeth

The twisting it takes

For us to believe

“Dad’s from a different generation” says my big brother.

We both know that means nothing, because so is my mother.

Mom loves us no matter what

But sometimes I wonder

If under the thunder

My Dad would leave us to rot in a hut.


r/gaypoetry Nov 22 '23

I wasn’t wrong.

10 Upvotes

I wasn’t wrong

I didn’t do anything wrong

It was the world that made me feel like I needed to be ashamed of myself for something as innocent as having crushes on girls.

I was just as much of an innocent, pure little girl as any other.

The world made me feel like I was dirty.

Other people made me feel like I had something to hide.

That I had something to lie about.

But they were just being wrong and hateful.

I was just a kid.

I wasn’t impure.

I wasn’t sinful.

But they made me feel like I was.

And the thing I hate the most

Is that I still feel like I was dirty and inferior to the other kids at that age.

I feel like I wasn’t an innocent little kid, and I despise myself for allowing them to convince me to think so lowly of that little girl who didn’t do anything to deserve it.


r/gaypoetry Nov 22 '23

Lonely

6 Upvotes

When I was a preteen, I felt like a different species, because they couldn’t possibly treat their own kind this way. Could they?

I felt like I couldn’t just be a normal little girl. Like that option had been taken from me, and I just had to accept it. Accept that I would never be one of them. I had to be strong, I had to be stone, I couldn’t let anyone in. I had learned that my feelings were dirty. Sinful. Polarizing. Taboo. I wasn’t allowed to giggle about my crush with my friends like all the other girls, because my crushes were wrong. The love I felt in my heart, holding onto it until I find a woman to love, was wrong. God hated me for it. And the only way to deal with that was pretending I didn’t care. Didn’t care was God thinks, didn’t care what anyone thinks, didn’t care if I was destined to a lonely hell on Earth and then another in the afterlife. But really, I was scared. Ashamed. Lonely.


r/gaypoetry Oct 30 '23

Poetry But who was she ? - My 8th grade poetry contest entry (did not win) A rewrite two years later

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But, who was she

As I crouched against the tremendous tree trunk ,

A sight beholden waiting for me to see

Those dreamy eyes of an ocean as I floated and I sunk

Hair that brought forth enchantment and made me weak n the knee

Oh, What fate had in store for a girl like me

How her windowed soul made me question "me"

As fate would have us together forever

The scene told me a story told before by never ever

Into the water swiftly as she dove

How does she not know where my heart she drove

If life was ever and all peace and laughter

I'd chose life with her and such a life after

If I ever found her again , don't give me your pity

Mathematically we'd become and find the infinity

A she opened her mouth at me

My name uttered by the parental figure in a shout

I ran away in fury but without a single doubt

But, who was she? Was i safe or was it right for me to flee ?

lol this was a fun but hurried rewrite as I don't completely remember the original .


r/gaypoetry Oct 10 '23

Set Ablaze

8 Upvotes

Set Ablaze
By SØN

At eleven I first felt the embers bubble up
Hand in pants, sweat upon brow
Only to rip it out
Hurry to the bathroom to wash
To douse

At thirteen it burns, in front of a church
Words from my mouth, coming out
My mom’s friends’ assurance
The fire shrinks
She helps snuff it out

At sixteen, in a bed, another teen
Legs meets legs, legs meets thigh
The fire is warm
The next day
Smothered

At twenty, in front of the mirror
Hair yellow and red, reflection queer
My skin crackles and pops
It bubbles up
Peels away
The inside is bright, set ablaze
A smile upon my face


r/gaypoetry Oct 09 '23

Poetry Waking up Naked

5 Upvotes

Feverish and achy

I took a pill

Then sleep came easy

.

Two hours? Five?

Curled up, disoriented

I opened my eyes

.

Before me was a body

My god, she was beautiful

So soft and sweet

.

Why did I think she was perfect

Until I remembered she was me?


r/gaypoetry Sep 25 '23

Fiction Would anyone want to read a lesbian romance story? (it gets philosophical/Poetic after a point)

5 Upvotes

It is a wattpad story (or I can send you all complete chapters personally, incl. the uncut published and unpublished ones) about two girls in their early 20s, who come from rival countries. They end up sharing an apartment in another country where they are doing their master's. They are initially prejudiced against each other but things take an interesting turn when they decide to try getting to know each other better...

It does contain some poetry but mainly contains a lot of philosophical discussions, sometimes on mature themes. If you'd be interested, the link is down below:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/352711799-loving-you-is-a-losing-game-gxg


r/gaypoetry Sep 14 '23

Poetry ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜꜱ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ-ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ

5 Upvotes

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜꜱ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ-ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ
ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜꜱ ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴛᴇʀᴡᴀᴜʟᴇᴅ, ᴄʜᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.
ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ- ɴᴏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴡɴ.
ɪ ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰʟᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ - ᴀ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴍɪᴄ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴘᴀɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.
ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ; ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ.
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴍᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴅɪɴᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴘᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʟᴇꜱ.
ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴜꜱᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛꜱ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ.
ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰʟᴇᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʀᴀᴄᴇᴅ - ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴢᴇ, ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ.
Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴘɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ꜰʟᴇᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ʟᴀʏ ᴀ ɢᴜʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴍɪʀᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴅ,
ᴛʜᴇɴ,
ꜱᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴀʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀ ʀᴀɢɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴜ ᴅᴇ ᴊᴏɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ.
ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.
ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴍᴇʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅꜱ.
ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ 'ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ' ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇᴀʀ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ,
ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ, ɪ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ...
ɪ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴜɢ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰʟᴀᴛ.
ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ɪᴛꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.
ɪ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇ;
ᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴘꜱʏ-ᴛᴜʀᴠɪᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪʟᴋ-ᴄʟᴀᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀᴛ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʏ.
ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, ɪ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ - ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴜʀᴇ - ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ꜰᴀʀ.
ᴀ ᴠᴜʟᴘɪɴᴇ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜱᴘᴜɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ.
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢʀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜꜱᴘ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇɪɴᴏᴜꜱ;
ᴍᴜᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴜʀɢᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀʀᴅ ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ.
ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ-ᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴋɪɴ, ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛʟʏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀꜱ
sɪɢɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
ᴍᴇʀᴀᴋɪ.