You're so greedy
They said
Pick a side
They said
You're such a ****
They said
Their words like knives
My blood spilling freely like insults from their mouths
I can't choose
I'll never choose
To choose would be to lose half of myself
All I want is to love freely
How can you hate my for that?
How can you cut me with your words and expect me to heal?
Nothing is wrong with me
Nothing is wrong with me except the deep cuts your words leave on my heart
I can't stop the bleeding;
The only way to stop it is to choose a side, but that would leave an even deeper scar
But
those knives were not aimed for me
No
they were aimed for the word above my head
What I call myself
My own label
Bisexual
I'm just the person below the word
My body taking the hits
Bruised and bleeding tears of frustration and sadness
The knives will not stop
Make them stop
Before my blood runs drier than the sand in the hourglass that is the only one that knows how much longer I can take the pain
Make them stop,
before it's too late

A season of hope ! Brown , curious , engaging eyes that sparkled now fatigued ! A curt , weathered reflection . Gun metal gray skies encircle my shop window image , sunbeams reflect amidst the city sidewalks ! A boisterous romantic , religiously travelled , graciously relegated to the comfort of familiar streets ! Times mechanism , Hades cheated with each tick , a conundrum cloaked in temerity courtesy of advanced years !