I'm done repressing my gayness
Because it's the "Christian" thing to do.
I will wear ******* rainbow ****** pasties
And march in a pride parade
If I please
And then go to church and praise Jesus
And God and the Holy Spirit
For making the way I am
And how I am
Because he made me perfect.
I am gay
I am Christian
I am proud to be both.

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*Piece by piece she picked herself up
Stitched each broken parts
Until she's whole again
There are holes and cracks
Marks and scars
But still, she's functional

Soon her tears will dry
Soon her soul will recover
Soon her wounds will heal

And when the healing process is over
She will be the best version of herself
That nobody expects her to be
Braver, stronger
Nobody can ever hurt her
Nobody can ever break her

Yes she will
She will recover
But she will be untouchable
Emotions will never consume her
And her heart
Her heart will turn into a stone

Her voice
Is so soothing
Her arms
Are so welcoming
I love you

Alone in a sonnet he sings to no one,
pouring his life in a thimble
Sheet music saplings unfold in the sun,
melodies eager and nimble

Carving a song in the rock at his feet,
tempos of Saturday’s season
Lyrics he’s written but can not repeat,
sadness a part of the reason

Clouded concertos amass in the sky,
metronome thunderstorms grumble
Holding his breath as he fears he might cry,
deaf as the harmonies crumble

Tuning fork echoes that weep on the wind,
listening for what they are saying
Unrecognizable only to him,
breaking this heart he is playing

She was armed with a camera
He was armed with a paintbrush
And I just sit here with my arms bare
Wondering what weapon would be mine
For they all seem to be taken