I can’t help but love

And look for things to love in the souls of others.

Love is the entire sky.

But to find another woman to love, I can’t just go to any bar

And wait to get hit on.

I have to sense the queer parts in the crevices of others,

And hope they’ll unlock them for me.

As a result, I’ve seen some shooting stars.

I excite them for a while.

But in the end,

I am always flowers without water.

Or a late night kiss at the train station bar,

Left on the train.

A woman who finally dares to let her feelings soar,

Only to slam into the ground.

All I have is love to give.

But instead

I am a coin tossed into a fountain,

Cursed to look up forever

from the bottom of a shallow pool.