I do not tell you what to believe in
I do not tell you what you should be
I do not tell you who you should love
So please don’t tell me
I do not ask you to lie to me
I do not ask you to die for me
I do not ask you to change for me
So please don’t ask me
He cannot pretend, she cannot defend
Trust in me and I will be your friend,
But deny me, I’ll make no apology
I do not want you to believe in me
I do not want you to be unhappy
I do not want you to be denied
So please don’t make me
I do not need your sympathy
I do not need to be defined
I do not need nobody’s help
So please don’t “cure” me
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Morten Jensen
Lyricist, blogger, nutritionist, coach, gay, accountant, runner, lover of life, and so much more. Helping gay men get unstuck from stress and anxiety.
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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