It takes so much to convince myself
that it is okay
That I am not sick
That this is not wrong

But all that hard work
is wiped clean with the hand
that shall remain unnamed

because who am I to say
That being what I am isn't wrong?
They put us down
and down I go

Because there's a part of myself
that believes with every fiber
that to be what I have grown to be

is *wrong

A moon to me, was brought
A glowing persistence that illuminated
the blithe of my world

And oh did I cherish that moon so
Oh how I cared for it
Oh how I

Loved it
with all that was left of
me

But the brilliance
that poured from its surface
faded

to nothing
to become only a dark
cold rock

I am sorry, Moon
I am sorry you were not enough
I am sorry I do not love you so

I can feel
I can feel
I've felt the sun
I know it's real

I know how to care
how much I do
all for you my dear
all for you

Oh how intense this pain will be
oh how long this hours dread
Please spare me, unknown deity
Forgive all that I've said

Let me slip
into the bottomless void
Let me fall
Please let me avoid

Save me
Don't let me relearn
What I know
Don't let the fire burn

Put it out
with the coldest of waters
replace it with even
the evilest of inner monsters

Just please
I pray
Don't let
Me float too far in stray

Please don't
let me sway

I'm aware my gift lives really
as a hopeless bane from above
so please oh please don't leave me to


*love

Was Strange
singular
queer
unsuspecting
extraordinary

frightening
­
but mostly strange

very very



*strange