Split Frames

My sexuality betrays me

Holds me at conflict and begs me to choose

A constantly questioning repertoire

Which reflection is true?

How do I know which to choose?

I thought my emotions would guide me

But love like an old friend barely picks up my calls

And when she does she pretends to want to meet

What do I do now?

What do I do now?

Let promiscuity lead?

I distrust him

He and his reckless pursuit of happiness

A wrapped up ball, just like I, in nothingness

Shall I trade one misery for another?

Expose his rut to the generation after?