Beatings* and screaming
Tears streaming down your face
Punished for being attracted to guys
Something you didn’t choose
Why do you have to be this way?

People hate on you for who you love
You hate yourself for loving them
You hide yourself
Hurt yourself
Why do you have to be this way?

Your friends are gone
Your families screaming,
“It’s just a phase”
Nobody understands
After all, they’re not gay
Why do you have to be this way?

“God will send you to hell”
They scream
Getting louder each time they speak
You can’t take it!
Why do you have to be this way?

You scream and cry in anguish
Until they push too hard
They push you off the edge
This is the only way
Why do you have to be this way?

You fall
The wind screaming relief in your ears
You’re flying
The ground getting closer
Why did you have to be this way?

One last *breath
THUD!
You’re gone, gone from the prejudice
You’re safe, there’s no more pain
Why did you have to be gay?

They cry, they lie
About how they didn’t know
But how couldn’t they?
They gave the final push
Why did they have to be that way?
**Why couldn’t they just accept and love you the way you were?

do not let me
give you
anything less than
milk and honey.
do not let me feed your soul
with emptiness.
empty words.
empty beauty.
empty love.
let every space
that i fill
be occupied by a love
that was worth all we did
to find it.
let me fill in the blanks you keep
with words that come from truth
let the beauty that i give you
mean something to you.

I wrote this for you a long time ago on a coffee stained napkin, after you left me, full of love, lingering in a cafe.

"For you, in all your follies and faults and the way they make you so perfect for me.
For you, in the moments that linger in the vehemently insignificant corners and corridors of things, as if drifted of their own grandure.
For you, for the words that spill to the floor and the brilliant way you understand the deafening silence that follows.
For you, for your supernovas and clever shades, for your daylight smiles and nighttime skins.
For you, for your familiarity and the impossible truths that stand as martyrs to say that I have loved you before.
For you, despite the treachery and quiet sinister fun of the world.
For you, for making me so terribly scared of dying."
Yet here I am, in your wake, so full of so many thoughts and demons. Know that I have died, that I have loved and lost with equal measure.

You kiss like electricity
Flowing through my veins like a circuit
You should have a warning sign
Because it's more addictive than nicotine in a vein
And there's no way I can refrain
Releasing energy only a powerplant can contain
My skin may not be metal
But your touch makes it just as conductive
You kiss like the sea
And you're as strong as the tide
Completely filled with mystery
The more I drink the thirstier I get

safely under the stars

I love the way you move
I love the way you walk
There is a certain grace about you
In the air that surrounds you
Even in how you talk

Your smile lights up a room
Your touch makes my heart
Burn with desire

Just being in your presence
Is time well spent
Feeling that my heart is safe
In your hands
Is priceless

You are the source
Of so much inspiration
It's difficult to explain
You make me want to better myself
Because you deserve the best man
That I can be

You "get" me
And I "get" you
I've never felt more
Understood or appreciated
For just being myself

You make me feel thankful
And I don't take that for granted

I love the way you move

there will only be two things that will happen to you:

either you end up in my poems of heartbreak, remorse, and sadness,
or,
you end up beside me with my hand in yours.