My sexuality is that 1990's ice cream flavor
Lost to time, but something I no longer seek to savor
My *** is that 1777 font
Pretty to look at, but nothing I want
My sexuality is found in the not-places, of memory
My sexuality is not *** and is not celibacy
My sexuality is defined by my individuality
My sexuality is not a catalyst for my morality
My sexuality is my not-***
My sexuality is not-ever as opposed to not-yet
My sexuality means
My sexuality is mine
my sexuality has nothing to do with your traditional ways
my sexuality has nothing to do with your religion
my sexuality has nothing to do with your sexuality
my sexuality has nothing to do with your morals
my sexuality has nothing to do with what you think is gross
my sexuality has nothing to do with you
I. Sexuality (textbook definition) - capacity for ****** feelings.
II. Sexuality (urban dictionary) - having been born liking either males or females. Sexuality encompasses being gay, bi, straight, lesbian, *******, or transgendered. Sexuality is the drive designed in humans to what they are attracted to. Most people mistake the word lifestyle for sexuality which is why there is ignorance in our country.
III. Sexuality (to homophobes) - a sin unless you like your opposite gender. No exploring your sexuality before marriage. If your sexuality is anything but straight you're going to hell.
What is sexuality when you develop a sexuality before you even know what *** is?
How is something a sin when it's developed before you reach kindergarten?
I knew I liked girls before I knew how read.
How did I choose to be gay when I have no recolation of ever making that decision?
So the question I come to ask myself is what, I rather how is sexuality?
Poorly written but it expressed my thoughts.
'I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;
I woke, and found that life was duty.
Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
Toil on, sad heart, courageously,
And thou shall find thy dream to be
A noonday light and truth to thee.'
Hurting fixes broken hearts,
It numbs you til you fall apart
And wonder where the pain went.
But it only goes dormant.
Have you ever felt so happy you could fly
Have you ever been so upset you could die
That’s what you did to me.
You broke me.
Right in two,
But I still love you.
Have you ever been so in love you could cry
Have you ever loved me so much you could try
That’s what you did to me.
Then you left me.
On my own.
When you broke me.
Or maybe I broke myself
And you just didn’t bother to pick up the pieces
i may have despised
for the longest time
that she was your sun
but you’re my moon
and i guess what
i’m trying to say is—
every one of my nights
would be darker
without her light
all over you
i wouldn’t have ryan
if ryan didn’t have courtney
she’s a hot and necessary evil
for my hot and brilliant
She loves shiny things,
and perhaps that's the reason why
she adores all stars at night.
The only thing she doesn't like
is how all glittery magics disappear
when all her reals are gone
she was left to wipe
her eyes to dry.