"you’re too young to determine your sexuality" said no one to the heterosexual teenager
I like that when I’m with you
The monsters under my bed don’t go away.
They usually reappear when there’s no one else around
But you’re so much a part of me, they’re content to haunt us both.
Maybe one day, your demons will meet my demons.
And if we’re really lucky, they’ll get along
So we can fight them off together,
Or hide under the covers till they tire themselves out.