I can feel
Her presence
From across
The room
Her quick glances
And drunken desires
Her hand
Slipping
Into mine
The blanket uncovering
Our tender feelings
They know
Now
Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 2:25 PM UTC
I forget that reading week
Has a hold on me
Five fingers wrapped around my throat
Holding me under
Under the sheets
Trapped in my head
Fighting myself
And the thoughts that bubble over after being hidden for so long
Are deafening
Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 2:23 PM UTC
Why did they make us believe it was bad? That we were "criminals" for how we felt?
HE KILLED HIMSELF
for the feelings he could not control.
So why
did my parents keep quiet when the topic came around.
Did they believe the same?
That we were monsters in need of curing?
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 3:45 AM UTC
If I die it was always -----. I'd chose her til the day I die. I wish she were a boy. So we could do it right.
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 3:22 AM UTC