falling in love and finding somebody that is your soulmate or your first ever crush
and they look at you in your eyes and say life is better now that i have found you
and the butterflies just dance in your stomach
and you think to yourself that this cant get any better..
But this feeling does not simply come just by loving the opposite gender
it can come by loving the same gender as you
or you feel the same way with both genders
and that is okay nothing wrong with that
to the people who think this is wrong
ask yourself this
since when you can you control who you love?
Love has no color
Love can never be wrong
nor something that shouldn't happen...
love who you want if that how you feel and then that is how you feel
Being yourself and accepting who you are can never be wrong
The norm is different for everyone
your norm may be the norm for u but not for your friend
and that isn't wrong.
we do not have to live up to other peoples normal
live up to your own self being.
surround yourself with people you want
do not let others choose your sexuality
continue being your beautiful wonderful and unstoppable self
and nothing should stop you from being this person
and remember love is love no matter who its with
Hope can never be silenced
and so i hope that we come to a place in this world
were we wouldn't have to "come out"
we would just simply say "we are in love and that all that is important"
not who it is...
lets start to treat people like human
rather then determine that on their sexuality
remember love is love and its different for everyone
a poem i wrote last month on pride
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you
Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you
You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you
Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you
Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
it hurt her;
every single bits
and pieces of
flowers she vomits;
they tasted like
they hurt like
the feeling of
being stabbed in
the back by the
person you love
the most (both
but what hurt her the
most is that
he wasn't really
worth dying for—
but she was afraid
of losing him;
of forgetting the
feeling of loving him.
posted this on my ig first hehe
Think about it this way, love.
I know you hurt bad
and I know they broke your heart.
So. Many. Times.
But think about it this way,
they were just standing in your way.
Because one day, my love,
you will find the other half
of your broken heart
and they knew that they
would never be able to be fit.
ⁱ ᵐⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ
ⁱ ᵐⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ
ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵉʷ
ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ
ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ
ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵐᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵈʳᵃʷ
ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ
ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰ
ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ
ʷⁱˡˡ ᴵ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ
ʷⁱˡˡ ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵐ
I only look forward to seeing the man on the moon
more than a cold December day
more than the 18th
my first crush committed suicide.
i remember the hurt at a young age
from chasing him around his living room
begging him for a kiss.
from my young age i knew i wanted him
in my life forever.
through his weaves and gagging
running around the furniture and up the stairs,
losing him sounded foreign then
and having lost him now, still feels the same.
our fathers drank and our mothers giggled
born three months apart
our future planned together
both saying "i do"
uniting us all together.
life flew on by
us both fighting with ourselves
and downing the bottles underneath the bed
loaded and silenced
family portraits painted in red
long life memories all put to rest.
only one made it out alive
but it's hard to breathe
out of us how was it me
and you in a little box
where a diamond ring should be.
my mind keeps wondering
when will i stop chasing you
then my heart replays
every time you turned a corner
you looked over your shoulder
and how you smiled at me.
i miss you
The mask is breaking,
I can't keep this crooked smile anymore.
I'm trying to hold on but the more I fight it,
the quicker I'm tearing apart.
These pills aren't helping.
The mask may prevent others from seeing my true emotions,
but I can't close my heart to things I don't want to feel.
The sad part is I feel nothing
The life of two innocent souls
circling around their destiny.
Uncovering new sensual emotions
while drawing closer with each turn.
A shy curious glance sparkles and
turns into a pair of pounding hearts.
While the first awkward kiss
blooms into a firework of desire.
Yuri is love.
Yuri is life.
An ode to Yuri manga.