I got to say this. Or else you are going to take me the wrong way.

I didn't mean what happened.

I just saw you that cloudy Wednesday morning at the bus stop.

You were different than the others.

I never noticed the others. I fell in love with you.

With your long brown hair. Your foreign eyes, and those delicate lips.

Lips I die to kiss.

But you wake up one day, realise that nothing is at it seems.

You start screaming at me, keep telling me a liar.

But I never lie. I just don't tell the truth because it hurts.

I always said I was different.

You never got what I meant.

Remember that weekend we run away like kids, and that day at the beach I tried to talk to you about it.

But you stopped me with a kiss, so I never told you the whole truth.

You may say I'm a coward, but please not a liar.

I didn't leave you for another girl, honey things were more complicated.

When I told you that you were special I meant every word.

But I never lie. I just don't tell the truth because it hurts.

I always said I was different.

You never got what I meant.

But what I never told you is that I used to like men.