Funky Rainbow

🏳‍ :rainbow: :sparkles: ❈ ✦ ❈ :sparkles: 🏳‍ :rainbow:

I don’t glow like a movie kiss.

More like—

screen glare at 2AM bliss.

Romance?

Tried it.

Was mid.

Next, dismissed.

I’ve crushed,

sure,

but boredom took the lead.

Skipped heartbreak,

chose a nap instead, indeed.

Can I be both "hot"

and "leave me alone"?

Watch me shine—

a contradiction on my own.

"Pick a lane," they say.

Buddy, I built the highway.

Bi-chaotic, aroace-coded,

Rolling through life, love unloaded.

Do I like you?

Maybe so.

Do I want you?

...define that, though.

Do I dream of love?

Only if it brings

snacks and peace

and no long talks or strings.

People act like I’m broken.

I’m just a rare edition, unspoken.

You want romance?

I want playlists fine.

You crave touch?

I crave silence and a soft hoodie’s line.

So here I am,

a funky little rainbow,

half serotonin,

half social exhaustion,

Too ace for your dreams,

too bi for your schemes.

Not confused—

just vibing my themes.

Wave your flags.

Love out loud.

I’ll cheer from sidelines

with juice in hand, proud.

Still funky,

still loud,

still fabulous—

forever unbowed.

:3