Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Dec 2018 Noah
Emerson Nosreme
“We are all equal! Made in god’s image!”
Except, of course,
The two male sinners  
Kissing behind closed doors
Those two female demons
Who hold hands when no one sees
That criminal over there
Who claims to be a girl
And not a boy
And that other criminal
Who is a girl but wants to be a boy
The person spreading propaganda
That these people deserve ‘respect’.
And of course, the devil over there
Who is not a boy or girl
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 Dec 2018 Noah
Sandoval
Broken
 Dec 2018 Noah
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval

— The End —