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If I don't make it the next month,
I want you to know that it never was your fault.

If I don't make it on your birthday,
I want you to know that I wish you the best.

If I don't make it on our anniversary,
I want you to know that you are now free to choose someone else.

If I don't make it on Christmas,
I want you to know that you can celebrate and be merry.

If I don't make it on New Year,
I want you to know that you should start fresh.

If I don't make it tomorrow,
I want you to know that I love you.
I am slowly losing hope.
First few months with him made time go by fast.
Minutes felt like seconds,
Hours felt like minutes.
It was always never enough.
I wanted time to slow down.
To savor the moment spent with him.

But as the years gone, things turned around and changed.
Seconds felt like minutes,
Minutes felt like hours.
It was too much.
I wanted time to go faster.
To escape him, to be alone at last.
"You better not be a lesbian"
Says the guy I love.

"It's just a phase"
Says a friend.

"Get over it"
Says my father.

"You're a Catholic"
Says my mother.

So now I try to hide,
All my feelings inside.

Messed up,
Bottled up.

I don't want to hide anymore,
I want to be myself.

I am proud,
I'll say it out loud.

I am a bisexual,
And no one can change that.
I am proud. It pains me knowing the fact that I can't really be true to myself in order to please those people who surround me.
Beware of what's inside--
A vast emptiness, cold and dark.
Because it's rainy season here.
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
You were my dream,
But now you're my nightmare.
I had dream last night about him, I hope he doesn't turn into a nightmare.
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