Half Life

In love, I’ve lived a half life.

My family lives exceptionally:
Think of a mom who welcomes
All the lovers of a gay son
And asks them tea.
Think of the lovers
Who live and breathe free
Partaking of my home
And most times all of me.

We are no saints though.
There are none on earth.
But there is just one
Discrepancy.

Peeps say, I am so very lucky
To get to share all of me with those
Who can never share all of theirs with me.
You see?
I am lucky to be able to give my home to those
Who keep me out of theirs.

Convoluted.

If you look closer,
You will see,
I am no saint:
Being selfless isn’t morality.