Inkpaw

love 
is like laundry
stuck in a spin cycle 
of heartbreak
and fear
lust 
and self-hate
it's an old shirt
that you can't seem to part with 
even though it's falling apart at the seams

I was doing the laundry 
pondering
how I could possibly tell you 
when I dumped the bleach 
in the load of dark clothing 
i turned on the washer -
walked in 
on the first day
and your smile

When I think of rainbows
I think of gay pride
and happy smiles
I think of those special times
I wake up early enough to see the sun rise
and mix with the fog 
to create color in an arch to pass under 

waves of feeling 
crashing on a notebook page shore
the ink bleeding through the paper 
but of what i'm writing
even i am unsure 
graphite pushed too hard 
and now paper is torn 

"Normal is a fallacy
something we pretend to be
but no one really can truly
achieve complete normality"    - credit to Crecent_Moon 

because there simply
is no such thing
and yet we humans persist