I Was A Writer Before I Was Gay

I knew I was a writer

Before I knew I was gay

My first piece was third grade

A paragraph

Why you smell

A cake baking in the oven

The oven is over there

Your nose is over here

Hint / It's not magic

Or is it by another name?

How do I know you love me?

You're over there

I'm over here

Too far away to smell or touch

I must rely on tender words

Sight and sound

Our shared memories and history

Confidence and

Faith that you love me

I knew I was a writer

Before I knew I was gay

How do I know you love me still?

In my heart / It's what I feel

You're over there

I'm over here

I can't smell it like a cake

But I can feel the heartache

History of joyful memories

Or is it cocky confidence?

Based on a third grade analogy

Faith that you still love me

I was a writer before I was gay.