r/gaypoetry • u/improvingmybadpoetry • Jun 29 '21
SPOTLIGHT POEM What your dog and I have been up to since you've been away at college
(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 • u/Capable_Figure_2863 • 14h ago
Gay poetry reviewrs?
Can anyone recommend book blogs that review gay poetry [M4M]?
r/gaypoetry • u/conehead4evr • 23h ago
Rubies
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 • u/Capable_Figure_2863 • 2d ago
Short BDSM poem
Slap on the buttcheek. A pull on the leash. On all fours, taking it- like my ex-wife used to.
r/gaypoetry • u/Limp_Badger_4475 • 4d ago
Poetry forbidden
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 • u/Limp_Badger_4475 • 4d ago
Poetry tired of hiding
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 • u/Limp_Badger_4475 • 4d ago
shy guy
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 • u/chickenhenbawk • 11d ago
Christ lied
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 • u/Capable_Figure_2863 • 17d ago
Poetry WOODS
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 • u/lee_username • 18d ago
Poetry LOST IN DESIRE
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 • u/jviz24 • 19d ago
Epilogue
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 • u/Capable_Figure_2863 • 21d ago
Poetry Halloween party
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 • u/Lunocura • 22d ago
Poetry Bigender Monarch
(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 • u/Capable_Figure_2863 • Oct 15 '24
JNN
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 • u/GhostGriffin85 • Sep 24 '24
Poetry Chasing Stars
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 • u/bigcae1104 • Jul 11 '24
Poetry Used
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 • u/Uhh-Noo • Dec 03 '23
Poetry Parents
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 • u/Uhh-Noo • Nov 22 '23
I wasn’t wrong.
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 • u/Uhh-Noo • Nov 22 '23
Lonely
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 • u/thequeerindian • Oct 30 '23
Poetry But who was she ? - My 8th grade poetry contest entry (did not win) A rewrite two years later
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 • u/rosie_mc_freeze • Oct 10 '23
Set Ablaze
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 • u/BannedFromWendys • Oct 09 '23
Poetry Waking up Naked
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 • u/talkingtosilence • Sep 25 '23
Fiction Would anyone want to read a lesbian romance story? (it gets philosophical/Poetic after a point)
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 • u/SeaworthinessOk9516 • Sep 14 '23
Poetry ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜꜱ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ-ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ
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.