It dosnt matter really what the weather dose,
Dosnt matter what's in the way,
Who or what stands in front of me it dosnt matter,
Becuase if you call I will come
For you,
Always,

So come rain or shine,
I'll be there,
To hold your hand,
To hold you when your sad,
To wipe away yours tears,

It dosnt matter the distance,
The problems or the past,
When you call,
I'll be there at your side,
Come rain or shine.

All you have to do is call.
And I'll be there.

Something must make you happy;
something must make you sad.
Humans cannot simply be.
Events construct emotions.
Right?
Something must be wrong with her-
An extra something, making her disturbed.
Removing that will fix her, yes?
An extra foot of hair- watch it fall from silver sheers;
an extra twenty pounds- watch as each disappears;
an extra pint of blood- feel it evaporate with old fears.
With everything wrong now gone there is no sorrow.

Sadness is not replaced with joy,
it's not replaced at all.
The hollow void must be filled somehow.
Something must be wrong with her-
A missing something, making her incomplete.
Adding that will fix her up, yes?
One more earring- a small silver pin;
One more scar- a memory on her skin;
One more boy- feel him feel her in sin.

Addition and subtraction won't make a person whole,
but it's too late now for her to walk away.
She's started a complex equation
and will never see the solution defined.

He saw the back of
my phone case today
and he smirked widely.
The Polaroid of us sits perfectly
inside of my life proof case and
it must be important to me if
I can want to hold it everyday in
my palms...

If I cannot hold you in my hands
then I shall hold your photo instead.
Maybe then you will feel present
all through the day and night.

My mom is sick.
as usual
But, I took a moment
to tell her hello and
get her some water.
We talked for a moment
but she stopped and saw
a trailer on the TV of two
girls kissing and put on a
look of disgust on her face.
I became silent with fear and
an overwhelming shame ran through me.

What if she knew? What if she knew that I am in love with the girl of my dreams? That I wish to hold her in my arms forever and to kiss away her pain for the rest of my life? That I have fallen for a girl whom she trusts?

I now sit in my room contemplating why God would have made me gay if my own parents would end up hating me?

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Second Sunday of the month,
69 & a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month,
*******
& a mutual ******.

Third Sunday of the month
*******
& a mutual ******.