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SRH Dec 2020
do you wish you could go back and change things?
    
  do you reminisce about the good times we had?
                                           do you even think of me?
                                                                ­                     ever ?

i do.
i remember the sleepovers
                             the calls
                                    the conversations
                                                   ­                               
                                 ­                                                  when did it all stop?
                                                           ­           when did you lose interest?
                                                       ­                               
                                                        




                                                       why ?
why did you leave me behind ?
SRH May 2019
it's against natures law,
you say.
it's not normal,
you say.
my animosity for you grows
stronger and stronger.
your homophobic, sexist, transphobic, comments
disregarding my pain.
The pain knowing that
i am not wanted,
i am not valid,
i am not aloud to love who i love.
3/1/19 - 5/20/19
10:17
current mood: annoyed
"I hate the word homophobia. It's not a phobia. You are not scared. You are an *******."
-Morgan Freeman
SRH May 2019
homophobia and transphobia.
why are they called
phobias
if they are not a fear?
This is a short poem.
SRH May 2019
i tried my best.
i tried my best to please you,
but in the end,
it ended up with you hating me.
one wrong word,
and everything is over.
i realize now,
that i was always in the right,
you twisted
my mind, my heart,
and
my words
against me.
but of course,
i still care.
they say,
"ignore it, its only going to make things worse"
but
i cant.
the small ounce of hope,
the hope for you,
is still there.
05/19/19
9:25 PM
current mood: sad
reason: kendra
SRH May 2019
Drowning.
pulling, grabbing, dragging.
filling my lungs,
slowly.
strained shouts,
cries for help,
swallowed.
skin, stained
with tears,
as i
s l o w l y
s i n k.

— The End —