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I wonder if you think of me
in the way I do of you.
Does your heart flutter,
or do you get butterflies?
Does your heart ache,
i first saw you beside a window
the sunlight through, flourescent bulbs
made the space around you soft, nostalgic
my childhood's summer,
my own perfect dream
your hair was pink, an innocent color
Do you want to?
Cause I do if you do
Let's jump in and not care what they think
Us, we aren't new
We've been through so much
And my love is true
I’m angry with you. I’m sorry I am, I don’t want to be, but I am. You make me sad and you hurt me. My heart aches all the time. Why did you fall in love with me if you can’t love me?
she made me feel so happy…
so why did I feel so trapped?
I felt that I had finally found a person in this world who genuinely cared for me—and who I genuinely cared for back—and simultaneously that I was drowning where I stood.
It’s not hard when it’s not present
When we’re working together and we have to hide
When you’re 1,500 miles away
It’s not hard when we don’t think about it
For once I’m actually happy
Despite all the shit that happens,
She makes my day better
It doesn’t matter if my parents don’t “agree” with it
My dad and I butt heads all the time
hey? just wanted to let you know that
hey? I might be a little bit slow, but
hey? you're really cool and I like you a lot, but
hey? I don't know if you've even given me a thought
lesbians are not real, peeping tom.
the ones that u want anyway.
dreamland lesbians:
straight girls in sheep’s clothing
that succumb to men’s advances
eventually.
only existing when u
if i was her boyfriend
i’d invite her to stay
the night at my house
if she likes, she would say
“yes!”, we’d grab snacks
i would nervously rest
my head on her shoulder
o why did I wear a dress?
She’s my favorite of the five senses
Sight, smell, sound, taste, touch
Her face scrunched up
Grabbing at the pillows
Grabbing at my hair
The first time I hold her hand, I’m nervous
I’m desperately holding onto the reality
It doesn’t feel like reality
It feels like a dream
Years locked up, forbidden
A rush of feeling unleashed
Everywhere I look
I am reminded
Of the beauty and love
I once turned away from
Oh, my love, my
Saturday baby, the weekend
Brings an end to my weakness.
It’s never enough to see you
Too often I find myself lost to
The tune of longing, and we’ll say
Loneliness in every
It was him who found me.
The giant with the calloused palms
I was simply a form
Clumsy in my gargantuan new body
Horns piercing from my back;
For whom it may concern
I have a way with words,
They tell me,
And I thought myself a glassmaker--
Here we flutter, soar, and fly
Abuzz, for all to see, an iridescent sky
Our pride, with which we manage,
Asserting our presence, flags raised high,
sometimes I wonder if you ever think about us.I know, it wouldn’t be right to admit itout loud,like if I let the truth spill from my lipsI’d be committing a crimeworse than keeping it to myself.
Dear Maria,
New Years Eve
We were apart
I felt the cold ache creeping in, as it so often does,
And I was scared that you were feeling the same
And the tears threatened to spill
Maria,
My darling girl, I dedicate every song to you
Every sunrise and every sky full of stars
All the colors of the rainbow
And the gold leaf on the painitngs you so adore
the first goodbye is hardest
and the second is easier
once you get used to leaving
walking away is numbed
but i was never the one to walk away
just watched you leave
so each goodbye stings
I think break-ups are so hard because
You’re not only severing yourself from the person
But from the symphony, and the sandwich shop
You used to go to before each show
I lay with my lethargy under night skies,in cool, blue grass with dew settling to sleep around me.
for Sofia
Last night you came over
Slept over
On a school night
The next morning
We walked in hand in hand
And I got looks from my friends
"Once upon a time" goes the story
But I can't help but find it boring
Because it's filled with heteronormies
And no representation for me.
I want to read one where the princess
Her body is loud
She shifts her weight, her hips cheer like a concert
When she tosses her hair, it chatters like the babble of a brook
The roll of her shoulders like a chuckle on the breeze
I drink her love in, parched
And blow it out, gentle, like smoke
It flows in rings that surround her face like a frame
As if to say "look!!!" with cautious desparation
I choke on the heat it brings
