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What is the cost of loving you, sir?
A slap, or two, or three or four?
Even more than that
If I tip my hat
Can we make that none?

What is the cost of loving you, dearie?
I can see you're asking for quite a lot of money from me.
Can we make that none?

What is the cost of loving you, Ma Chérie?
Another lover, but one who I think
Is not your lover?
Can we make that none?

What is the cost loving you, sweetheart?
You're not so sweet I see
If you want to beat me
Like eggs in a cup
Shattered, bleeding
Can we make that none?

What is the cost of loving you, handsome?
Some hate, not from you.
But from bystanders.
Who
Seem
To
Be
Unable
To
Shut
Their
Mouths
To
Stop
Pouring
Out
Hate
Towards
Us
Over
Nothing.
My life got flipped upside down
Today was the day I finally realized something:
Something that I would get bullied for,
Something that I could get killed for.
I am a minority.
This is me coming out.
"Mom. Mother. I'm straight.
I know this is difficult for you to
understand--No. Mother. Please don't get mad.
It's not a phase.
Mom. Don't cry.
I'm still your daughter..."
That night I got kicked out.
I had to start a new life.
I wasn't accepted anymore.
Why has the world come to this?
Why can't I be accepted as me?

This is the reality that the LGBTQ+ community has to face every single day. This is the sad world we live in. In this day and age, we should learn to accept people no matter their race, gender, sexuality, or lifestyle. Teens get kicked out of their homes everyday. They get abused: mentally, physically, and emotionally. They have to go through everyday life dealing with the horrible reality of not being accepted. This world needs to change. We need to make a change. I'm tired of hearing slang yelled at me in the hallway. I'm tired of seeing my friends getting kicked out on the streets. I'm tired of noticing bruises on people just because of who they love. Let's make a change. We need to change reality.
I am me
"I accept you"
Who is me though?
"You're you"
I think that I might be gay
"That's ok I accept you"
I don't know who I-
"Just don't tell your dad"
But I-
"And don't be too open about it"
I don't think I like who I am
"Don't say that"
I feel repressed
"Stop looking for attention"
I don't think gay is the right term for me
"whatever just don't be in everyone's face about it"
I have a girlfriend now
"just make sure you two aren't obvious in public"
I want to die sometimes
"if you don't accept help now they won't fix you enough and eventually no one will help you"
I-
"You're fine"
I am me
But I don't know who that is
Oh yeah. I forgot I saved this as a draft. But yeah. This gives you a teeny tiny idea of how it feels trying to communicate with my mother.
it was incomprehensible
inarticulate
maybe that's what he loved
him for.

the dark, cobweb corners,
and rusted wheel spokes
that
crisscrossed his eyes.

he loved him unspoken
unreliable
and maybe
that's why he
stayed.
Time is such a weird thing,
we're oblivious to it's passing,
but in the end, we notice it more than ever.
A little existentialism for a Tuesday evening.

-Kinac.xo
As I slowly drift into the abyss of your love letters
I slowly drift out of reality
I can see roses in your eyes
It calls me
You want me
You call my name
To share a kiss
But know I give only you my bliss
It’s been pluperfect
You say to me
“Nests are hosts to birds, rocks to fish, eyes to handsome boys”
My dear beloved
Pluperfect
for a boy i used to know
i’m sorry.
you deserved a better friend;
one that didn’t hurt you
a person who left good enough alone
a friend that knew how to make it better
there is more i wish i did for you

for a boy i used to love
i still care;
still longingly wait for you,
waiting for you to call again
there is more i wish i said to you

for a boy who touched me
i said no
i’m sorry you didn’t hear me

for a boy who loved me—
for an old friend who i didn’t appreciate when i had him. for the boy i thought cared about me. for a creepy kid who didn’t know that “no” didn’t mean pin me against a wall. to the boy that beat up my friend because i liked another guy; the boy meant nothing.
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