Name: Momento Mortalis -- "Mento"
Flitling: 1
Relationship(s): This lad likes to say that they has a complicated relationship. He can not decide whom to like. Momento loves two, not one. With Samara and Prospero, both good and close friends of his. But Samara is diggin' those of her gender only, and Prospero? Well, his father Erlik scares Momento. He wants to date one of them, but he cant choose who, he knows Samara won't feel the same way back, or will she? He's not a girl, so he'd assume not. Prospero might like him back, will he risk that? Momento can't admit it, that he likes both genders, how could he? His friends only know him as straight, but he's changed. He can't help it, he just now realized this; he's attracted to him, and her. So he's got two close friends, but he wants to be more than friends with one... he can't decide who. Should he come out to them, would they scold him? Could he gather the courage to admit his feelings to them? Probably not.
Extras:
The pin on my backpack
Does not like to be constrained.
It springs loose nearly every moment,
and I am in fear of who is going to pick it up.
The pin on my backpack
It's called risky by many people.
It receives dirty looks
It causes conversations to go silent
When I walk in the room.
My friend recommends
I take off the pin.
It's just a pin,
With pretty colors,
I don't need it,
She says.
I understand why she thinks
It would be easier for me to throw it away
And blend in with the rest of them all.
Live life without stares. Keep those friends that
Would normally leave me because of my colors.
But it's not easier.
If I take it off,
Then I never know
Who hates me and who loves me
Because of something I can't change.
Something I can't pop off like a pin.
The pin lets me read their minds.
Who is safe and who is not.
Who smiles at me and who spits.
It tells me all these things by just existing,
By just being in plain sight
Where people can react to its pretty colors.
And even if I pretended, threw it in the trash,
I can't hide for long.
I am me, I can't not be me.
What surprises me, though,
Is how many people don't know my pin.
Pink. Purple. Blue.
Some people who hate that color rainbow,
Despise that flag in the window
Across the street, don't hate that pin on my backpack.
It makes me uneasy when they say things to me,
That make fun of me, that insult me,
But they don't even know it.
And I am a coward. I do not speak up.
I keep my lips shut.
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The pin on my backpack
Does not like to be constrained.
It springs loose nearly every moment,
and I am in fear of who is going to pick it up.
My professor one morning
Notices it has come loose.
He picks it up off the carpet,
Next to where my backpack sits.
"What is this?" He asks me.
The whole class goes quiet.
"A pin," I say.
"What does it mean?" He asks.
I hesitate.
"Is it just pretty colors?"
He looks at the stripes.
Pink. Purple. Blue.
"Yes," I whisper.
The lie is so bitter.
