I wrote this poem years ago, and I found it hiding away in an old folder. I enjoy looking back at these so I thought I would share it with you guys. This piece is called ‘The Scientist’ and it sort of explores my experiences of ‘coming out’ or whatever you want to call it.

I hope you like it.

The Scientist

Your eyes are a chemical reaction.
And I, darling, am a scientist.

I am attracted to remarkable things,
and I live my life on questions.

Questions like… how can we change the world?

And it’s people like you, love,
with burning thoughts like embers in a fire.

You make up for filth with your beautiful mind.

Your mental fireworks are exploding an innocence.
And maybe that’s why you’re angry with the world.
It is dysfunctional and it builds your fury.
And your frustrations pour out into love,
bBecause your blood only carries heart.

And did I mention that you amaze me?
Did I mention you’re my favourite experiment?

I embrace a theory that if all capable of love,
could love, and see the world as you do, then
we could live, and die, and each breath would count.

And the world would be ours again.

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