love is rebellion.

Thanks to the Scottish Book Trust for popping this online.
This is my first attempt at poetry so... if it's terrible it's terrible. 

‘Rebel’ is a word for other people
Rebel is for the innovators, those breaking the rules
Whereas for me
I am too honest for my own good
I always pay in full, never skipping the fare
I only cross at the green man, checking both sides
I play by the rules, colour within the lines 
Even in the day to day, things stay the same
Staying in my box, within my little lane
Containing myself into a feeling of safety
The path, the journey, the proper way
Get on the right seats on the right trains
All at the same time every day
(Unless there are delays. Dismay that things aren’t the right way, the correct way, not to be led astray.)
To sit elsewhere, to journey at a different time
Is rebellion in the most mundane way
But I found myself getting lost in other worlds
On screens and through pages
Seeing the lives of those more bold and brave
Made me realise
I fell for everybody
And that, for me
My heart was my form of an uprising
Not being bound by gender
But living freely
To love whoever it chooses to seek 
I always lamented that I lived my life through others
By sticking safe to my routines
And watching rather than participating
But loving all others is the thing that makes me, me
I won't be bound by the rules that I have to choose one
I am fearless and I will choose everyone 
What an exciting concept!
To not know who it could be
To realise it could be anybody
That captures my heart fully
Anyone on this train, this club, this street
Could potentially be the one for me
Knowing that my heart is so full
That love itself is a rebellion
My heart says come what may
Outside of my minds safe pathways
The ones that want things to stay the same

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