Her skin looks just like a map to me,
but not to be conquered, no,
one that makes my eyes gleam with curiosity
to explore the furthest corners of her world,
the slums of her cities,
the forests of her soul.

A map that is meant to mean something,
to find a place that feels like home;
a place to shelter from the storm,
a place I no longer feel alone.

For now I know that home to me,
where I have always belonged,
is bound of merely skin and bones,
the deepest eyes,
and the cutest toes.

I never had to hide the fact that I liked that
Never had to cower and feel ashamed
Feel like I had a desire that needed to be tamed
So why the **** do you think
That just because of who someone loves
They should have to suffer that way

sometimes i feel as though
my mind was set
to self destruct,
and i just cant seem
to find the switch
to make it stop.
maybe that's because
it's buried beneath
the very thoughts
that set it off.

I LONG FOR YOUR AFFECTION LIKE ITS WATER AND IM A FIRE DYING TO BE PUT OUT

OH GOD I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS AND IM SO TIRED OF TRYING TO ACT STRONG BECAUSE I AM SO FAR FROM THAT AND I BOTTLE IT UP AND ITS NOT OKAY

GROWING UP I NEVER REALLY REALIZED THAT I HAD DIFFERENT FEELING TOWARDS GIRLS THAN I DID GUYS
I THOUGHT THAT YOUR HEART RACING WAS NORMAL WHENEVER YOU SAW A BEAUTIFUL GIRL
I THOUGHT IT WAS NORMAL TO BLUSH IF MY HAND WAS ACCIDENTALLY BRUSHED BY THAT OF A  BEAUTIFUL GIRL
I REALIZED THAT WHEN I GREW UP THAT IT WAS UNUSUAL AND IF YOU FELT THAT WAY ABOUT THE SAME *** THAT YOU WERE DIFFERENT AND IN SOME CASES YOU'D BE SHAMED
I NEVER REALIZED UNTIL I GREW OLDER THAT YOU WERE SHAMED FOR WHAT GENDER MAKES YOUR HEART RACE AND YOUR CHEEKS BLUSH AND YOUR LEGS SHAKE AND ILL BE ****** TO BE ASHAMED OF WHO MAKES MY SKIN TINGLE BY THE LIGHTEST TOUCH OF THEIR FINGERTIPS