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Rebecca 17h
Why is no one speaking?
Why is no one here?
Why is no one having care!

Undecided presidents
busy deals
But no poor person will have some meals.
Rebecca 17h
I had visions of you and I cried
visions where you died.
I couldn't explain
But this feeling wouldn't go away.
Rebecca 1d
My dear,
can you see the
                                     big sky surrounding us
               and the birds                                  that fly around the world
                                            and the rain
                                    that tickles the ground
                              and makes it giggle like a child
                                  
                                         and the flowers,
                           adorned by the early spring grass.
Rebecca 1d
I don't know where I started
nor what I wanted
I just remember
it was all over.
Rebecca 4d
He loves me
even if he called me a *****.

He loves me
even if he said to leave my boyfriend so I could be with him.

He loves me
after all, he said ''I love you'' many times, a person that loves another says this, right?.

He loves me
after all, I told him about my life, about my family, about my insecurities, and he understood like no one had done before.

I leaved my boyfriend just to be with him, for an ''I love you'', because I felt appreciated, I didn't realize that I could be bought off so quickly by compliments.

I told him that I was really a *****, a ***** to be with him and to dump my boyfriend, and that I would do anything for him.

He laughed and simply told me that he was keeping an eye on me if I betrayed him as well.

But I feel that he loves me.

I feel the love he gives me even when he says that he feels pity for a person like me.

A person like me who sticks to anyone, like a tick, because she is alone and not understood and keeps seeking shelter in another body, I actually understand the parasites -- their need to feel attached to a body.

But I love him.

And he loves me.
*based off events of my life
Rebecca Apr 30
When I observe the world,
I see the vast oceans that surrounds it
I see the pelicans landing on the ground
I see the early spring tulips
I see the butterflies pollinating thousands of flowers.
But the one thing that really caught my eyes
was you.
  Apr 29 Rebecca
Maddie Fay
the moon is a lesbian,
which i know because she has
kissed every inch of my body
more often than any lover
i've ever known.

i have watched the way
she kisses the ocean
and guides her gently home,
have seen her face reflected with love
in the ever-changing sparkling surface of the sea,
and i don't know any other word
to describe a love like that.

the day we smoked a joint in the woods
and then walked eight miles in the rain
to gas station coffee,
we passed two other gas stations on the way,
but you were holding my hand and
i didn't want it to stop.
you said
"you're beautiful"
and i said
~~~~
because you were the most remarkable
person i had ever seen,
leaned up against the hood of a stranger's car,
smoking a cigarette like a lesbian james dean.

you'd call yourself
"lesbian" sixteen times before breakfast
until it stopped sounding like venom
and started to sound like a prayer,
because how could i ever look at
love like this and feel anything
but holy?
my new church was the woods
by the river,
and i learned to worship
at the altar of your body.
you took me in your arms and you said,
"baby,
you're beautiful,"
and i told you i loved you
because beautiful had never
meant anything to me
except that i had something
people could take.
i heard "beautiful" from your lips and it sounded
like a blessing.

the moon is a lesbian because
she knows how to love without taking,
i have scarcely loved a man
who has learned how to love without taking,
that is not to say that no man
can love without taking,
but it is a skill that is learned
through a grief
that i have shared with every
queer woman i have ever met.

when you kissed me in the attic,
it was not the first time
i had been kissed,
but it was the first time that a touch
felt like a gift and not a punishment,
and it was the first time i understood
why people write love songs.
i wanted to write you a love song,
but after a lifetime afraid of my own voice,
all i could sing you were hymns.
not because i had made you an idol,
but because your hands on my body
made me feel clean for the first time.

the moon is a lesbian because
the night i stumbled out of
the apartment of the man
who only loved me when
he thought he could keep me,
blood on my lips and nowhere to go,
the moon kissed my fingertips
and she said,
"baby,
what took you so long?
welcome home."
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