i don't believe in religion.
but if you believe that jesus
was resurrected.
that eve was created in
adam's image.
that moses parted the red sea.

that a woman cannot love a woman
without sinning.

then i will not bother you
with my love.

does that make me a sin?
or a temptation?

you say that religion is a blessing.
but for me

it's a ******* curse.

don't
take it all
too serious
don't make life
harder than it is
enjoy everything
not just the good parts
and feel free to
be happy
as well as being sad
so sit down and relax
and let it flow
like the waves of the
sea come and go
your emotions
flow

To my friends

I laugh a lot

I always smile

And grin

And grin some more.

I always joke around

And laugh at everything I see

I act

Happy.

Filled with joy

And all that

was to hide my sorrows. And to make them disappear.

It was a habit I couldn't stop.

When ever I said, "I'm going to act serious today."
When something bad happened to me I said, "I'll tell my friends. I'll cry." "I'll show them my inner."

But I always end up smiling and laughing. I just can't help but doing that. Not being serious.

Even when I tell a sad story or explain depression, I smile.


And maybe that was wrong.

Maybe I should've showed them my inner.

Maybe then my friends wouldn't know me as just a silly girl who laughs everyday.

Because friends,

I have what's called feelings too.

I have what's called dark past.

I have experienced death with family.

6 of them.

You might have never known.

The dark side of your friend.

That friend who giggled and laughed and smiled and leaned on you and always seemed happy.

I know what misery is!

I too have kept secrets from you all!

I......

I have feelings, okay?

"I'm just worried about you after I leave"
He lifted his eyes, hazel, wolf-like, only after he spoke.

She laughed,
curling her bare legs beneath her on his bed, feeling
her wetness. "Don't worry about me"
she said.
"Come here"

He crawled over to her and they lay
holding each other atop the blankets.
She ran her tongue along his back to taste him,
knowing she could never say what she wanted to.

Instead - "I'm just happy to have known you"
whispered into tufts of his blond hair.