Confessions of a Drama Queer

The Drama Queer wonders for he is immaculate
“Am I ever going to see a falling star
Oh heavens
Do I get to feel the adrenaline when me and my partner’s words match
Do I get to fill in the gap I’ve had for 18 years
The gap legally sorted for them paradoxes
Illegaly distorted for us bilaterals
I want to subsist my destined sin oh destiny conjector”

Adult by years where innocence is officially gone
the Drama Queer masters
A beautiful night
Where the moon polished the dark skies into grey
And his melancholy into eternal exhale
The Drama Queer breathes
“My heart arteries detached from within myself
Connected to a heavenly made saint
My heart lives on the rhythm of his spell
A spell thats his name:

Ray of light
Internal holliness and divinity
Betrayed actions begging to scan what’s underneath
Agonizing brown eyes that
Languished a heart that has finally found it’s home”

And within the grey starless sky
The Drama Queer stutters in joy
“oh beautiful saint
I just witnessed what I’ve waited 18 years for
A falling white rail
A falling star!”

As the signs fall like the rain falling from an angry sky
Signs that were proof enough their love was sacret
And as the Drama Queer finally got to experience repetitive telepathy
The Drama Queer hears through his bloodshot eyes..
.
..
...
Silence
Just silence
...
..
.
The other side wishes to disconnect
And the Drama Queer curses his curiousity
“What blasphemy is the curiousty you’ve injected me in
Oh father
It had slapped me awake from my beautiful nightmare
It had slapped my reality back to illusions
It had slapped me back to sleep after I woke from my slumber
Father
The script you wrote me had killed my soul
Stabbed my heart
And dismanteled my nerves
Oh father
Do you know when liquid turns to solid?
Inbetween
My heart shall be
Suffering from the freezing ice shelves
That are slowly becoming an ice sculptured heart”

On the 31st of the 7th
The Drama Queer questions in silence
“What about all the signs..
What about our song..
What about that fallen star
What about my december
What about our telepathy
For we’ve very often read each others minds..
Isn’t that chemistry?
Darling
What about them
Who didn’t acknowledge of your previous lovers
But acknowledged of me?
What about that song you sang me
What about your excitment to share things with me first
Even before we fell for one another
NO!...
We were not a lie
We were right
We were perfectly right
...Right?”

And though surrounded with agony, weep and grief
He(DQ) tends to put on a perfect poker face
And then he smiles
“I’m not shattered nor broken
I witnessed no blood to my soul
Nor tears from my eyes
For I know no grief when I’m around you
Even after the deed
You tend to sue me up
You sealed the sleeping twin of may
The hateful, detestful, grieving face of this Gemini
The one that only those who gave birth to me
Got to witness”

And the Drama Queer smirks
“The poet took a vow
A vow against those of his kind
One that shall slap him awake soon
And they shall not bring me down
For I’ll chase you still
Wait for you still
I don’t back down on my words
But for now I’ll just watch you still
I await the day you unfold whats unfolded
See what I showed you all along
I await you still”

And the Drama Queer whispers
“I love you still...”