Just Experimenting

Just Experimenting

A Poem by MissSpazztastic
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A Teenage Boy Goes Through His Phases

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I touch his hair, just behind his ear.
It's soft, like these leaves I felt at the garden in town.
Elephant Ears, the leaves were called.
But his hair, brown, curly, was soft as it threaded through my fingers.

"So soft." I whisper, my lips only inches from his.
He was always quiet, always alone.
I wanted to know him, so I did. 
I move my hand down to his neck. Still yet to kiss him.

His breath smells like candy, the little sugar sticks.
It's sweet, and it makes me smile.
I lean forwards and he leans forwards.
Our lips connect, his were cold, but... warm. 

They moved together and my heart beat fast. 
I pulled away quickly, tears welling.
"Stop! Stop it now! This is wrong!"
"Wait, Jason!" The boy yells at me. "Jason!"

I stood from the floor of the locker room.
How could he force me to do that?
How sick was he! This was so wrong!
I have to tell someone, anyone!

I stop. My tongue moves over my lips.
I hear his feet slowly moving towards me.
"Jason... Please... I've never had a friend."
"You're gay..." I whispered, refusing to see him.

"Jason..." His voice is soft, and that sweet breath is on my neck.
"Yes... I'm gay." He said and his hands touched my arm.
I pulled away quickly. I don't want this...
I don't want this feeling. "You are too." 

He pulls me into his chest and I close my eyes.
"No... No I'm..." Tears are starting to run down my cheeks.
"Shhhh It's okay." He murmers and I sob.
What was I going to tell my father? Sorry dad. I'm gay?

© 2010 MissSpazztastic


Author's Note

MissSpazztastic
~~I'm not a gay boy, sometimes I wish I was, but I'm not. I just experienced something similar to this, and I love the name Jason...

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