secrets i'll never share

the confetti-woven eyeliner drips down my cheek

it didn’t even make it to the morning



i move his hand off my exposed midriff

wearing crop tops flatter me

seeing the looks i get do not



i stumble out of bed

the cosmos from last night are still making me see stars



the mirror in the bathroom calls me

and i answer

but the person on the other side

isn’t someone i recognize



his face is painted with colors

but my eyes drift to his waist



a body that looks as good as his

will never again be adorned like this

what a waste



his eyes wait for me as i raise my head



my thoughts have never been a mystery to him

he’s been there for years now

and he has no intention of leaving



“it doesn’t have to be this way”

he mumbles as i drain the rainbow out of him



but he knows it does



it couldn’t be possibly anything else



because if he steps out of that mirror



i’ll no longer be a man

i’ll no longer be seen as a person

i’ll be just another label