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Sweetheart I love you,
You don't need a mask,
Your beautiful and smart
and sweetheart I love you,
for you and not for who you pretend to be,
You don’t need to try to be any thing more than you,
Because you are strong and brave
and I know you may not love your self as much as you should,
But sweetheart I love you,
So please don't hide behind a mask,
Let me see you as you and not as any one else,
I believe in you sweetheart,
I know you can do it,
I’m not asking you to smile for me,
I’m not asking you to laugh,
I just want you sweetheart,
Because I love you and I want my sweetheart back.
for my maple
Chaste kisses
Behind their backs.

A wild attempt
To be alone together.

Grabbing your hand
As we walk out to our safe place.

Finding solace
In each other's company.

A constant reminder:
You are loved. You are strong.

Sad smiles faintly spread
Across tired faces.

And the purest of smiles
Perfectly poised like a dancer

As words shake themselves free
Of our lips and tongues.

Pure happiness
That comes and goes

Like the tide.
I love you
About my girlfriend and I. We haven't told our parents that we are bi, and I am never telling my dad that I'm genderfluid or bi, but I trust my mom. I'm only telling her when we're both ready. I'm only scared of not being able to see my pancake (my girlfriend).
your dark is so different than mine
mine is welcoming and safe
my dark is home
you said once that you are afraid of your dark
and what it lets you do to your self
I hate that I can't wrap you up in my dark
and hold you,
safe and warm
i don't really know where this came from
It’s ironic that I
Grew up to do all
The things I said I
Would never do when
I was younger
Find someone who helps you appreciate the fine granules of sand
One whom glorifies the tint, the hue, the way the light hits the tiniest of rocks
Which,
like you,
have been eroded to a small speck,
A reflection in anothers' eye
with time
Appreciate the oceans current
For even the sand was just a blank bust once
To the sea as an artist,
Starving
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