Leave me alone in a room full of people and
I will try to make conversation , I will try to mingle
I will try not to look at you and smile , a smile that shouts ” I love you”
and if people ask I will tell them that I am single
And when your family questions me , I will pretend and tell them that we are just
good friends
I will try not to feel hurt
If I see you flirt
I will do nothing if you denounce me
For I know when the evening ends and we are free
It will be you and me in a room full of passion
And I know our love no longer needs to be hidden.
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland.
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Beautifully written! 🙂
Thank you for comment, I’m so glad you like the poem, it nice to get feedback good or bad, but espicially good feedback is nice,it validates that maybe what I write is worth sharing. x
Been in that situation and its hurts like hell and cofuses the life out of you. I hope one day it isnt so hard for you xx
Thanks for your comments, yes I agree it does hurts like hell and messes with your head. Thankfully it’s a long time since I was in that situation. Finn x
Absolutely beautiful, especially in its simplicity. I love the way you capture the secrecy, the silencing of being closeted. Definitely a new follower – and I’m also reblogging this one on my WordPress, so maybe it might bring you one or two other readers as well.
Thank you for your comments. I’m highly critical of my poems , so your comments are much appreciated . I wear my heart on my sleeve and write from my heart. x
Reblogged this on Tiffany's Non-Blog and commented:
Beautiful poem capturing how it feels to be a closeted lesbian. Check out more of her poetry, as well.
Thank you for reblogging, and taking it to hopefully a wider audience.
Finn 🙂
This has been my favourite so far. I love the way you capture the mood so perfectly. Mood probably isn’t the word I want, but you know what I mean. Thank you for sharing these with us Finn…
Thanks for the comments and glad you liked the poem.Yes I know what you are trying to say. I had been unsure if I wanted to share them because I didn’t know whether people would want to read them and because I didn’t think they were good enough.