Sometimes I just space out.
It feels like you're leaving your body
To travel far without fatigue.

To travel to surreal places
You think are only in your dreams
But are now standing before you.

I always have fun thinking about
What I would do in those places
And how I'd live my life there.

But there's always a dark corner
That becomes the black hole which
Drags me back to reality.

My fingernails scrape against the ground,
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and
Flailing my limbs all around.

I cannot escape.

I let go at some point
And fall through the air
To find myself back in my skin.

I'll always visit my daydreams
From time to time, to escape
The prison that is reality.

However, I must stay in reality
For my friends whom I hold dear
And for the next episode of the
Great British Baking Show.

Join me in the present.
Stop looking down on me.
I am human too, regardless
Of my ****** orientation,
My race,
My religion or
My gender.

Come with me, to the present,
Where we are all equal.
To a place where we're all human regardless
Of our ****** orientation,
Our race,
Our religion or
Our gender.

Come to the Present.

He doesn't want this to end,
This time they're spending
Together.

He looks so beautiful like this,
Head tilted, lips parted slightly
A pretty pink on his cheeks.

He's drinking peppermint tea
As is his ritual on days
Such as these.

I am indulging in coffee
Loaded with Extra Sweet creamer
And am focused on him.

His glasses bring out his
Jawline.

His gentle laugh lines are so
Welcoming.

There's an irresistible twinkle in his
Eyes.

We cuddled up and watched movies
Many of which made me cry,
Cry into his shoulder.

We shared a blanket that barely
Had room for two people, even
In close proximity.

His body was very warm,
His chest was inviting me
To lay my head on it.

His mouth tastes like peppermint tea.
His lips are as delicate as rose petals.
He is glowing with radiance.

Those days at the gym paid
Off.

His abs bring out his gentle
Curves.

His smooth skin bruises quite
Nicely.

My eyes are closing.
It hurts to keep them open.
I think I'll rest now.

Dear friend,
You will never
Read this.

I want to voice
My feelings.

I don't know
What to call
Them.

But they're there,
Tired and true.

And try all I might
To interpret them,
I can't put my finger on it.

Maybe I have a crush on you,
I honestly have no clue.

All I know is when
You make me laugh,
I feel free and content.

When we're talking,
It feels as if no one else exists.

And though we share
No classes with each other,
I feel like we're never apart.

I would say you're always on my mind,
But I don't know if I'm allowed to say that.

When I met you, we clicked.
We're both transgender,
And have been called *****.

Our parents think its a phase,
When we know its not.

Our friends go back and forth
With our pronouns, but we
Get each other's right.

We send each other
Stupid videos.

We laugh to try and fill
The void, and to forget
That people don't take us seriously.

And I waited for you when you
Were in the hospital for 10 days.

I thought it was my fault
That you got stuck there,
Though I had nothing to so with it.

I only wish you would open
Up to me more, I want to help you.

Just know that I think you're cool,
And ARE a boy, not lesbian,
And that you'll make it someday.

Best wishes.
Your friend.

There's a burning feeling in my gut,
A heavy feeling in my heart.

I have no title for these feelings.

I may just be hungry,
Or am aroused.

But I don't believe myself to be.

They say a heart's a heavy burden,
especially when you're in love.

I wonder if that is what I am experiencing?

She sits in a
Room by herself.

Her dad's at a bar, cheating
While mom is getting high.

After dinner
She hears them
Fighting again.

She covers her ears
Hoping it ends soon.

She hears him slap her.
She hears mom's whimpers.

Footsteps are storming
Up, up the stairs,
Getting closer.

They stop.
They have gone to bed angry.

A nice man picks her up
From school the next day.

He gives her sweets,
A warm blanket, and
Even a coloring book.

He takes her to a
Strange building.

He sweeps her off her feet,
And strolls into the building.

As it turns out,
He was a policeman,
Her parents were arrested.

Her dad looks at her
His eyes glassy.

Goodbye, they say.
She never saw them again.

She loves her new home
Where she is loved
And never forgotten.