Bi-defined

they giggle to themselves at the thought of it
“totally accepting” they say
“Love is love”

“So you’re, like, half gay”

I suddenly feel like I am without.
Half girls
Half guys
Half normal and half otherwise
one severely fucked up individual

I must be confused
flaunt to whatever tempts me
a glass half full or empty
so convenient for onlookers to choose what they think best
and ignore the rest
look at me and say
well you’re not really gay

and even when I’m holding her hand
you’re waiting for me
to drop her at the sight
of the next blue eyed boy I see

but I am no two sided coin
there is no line that you can draw
no percentage you can calculate
because I am one person
not two parts
I am whole