I wish it were for attention
or an accident
or a phase.
It would be easier that way.
Maybe then
I wouldn't be scared
to love what I love
Who I love.
Her.
You are reading this
as I am navigating
my life and
my newly discovered
what has always been.
Trust me.
I'd much rather hide
behind her hair
and in my room
tucked away
alone, together.
But my heart yearns
to scream at the top of
my lungs
that I love her.
And to say,
**** the World
and whoever is not ready
for Us.
That
would be attention.
And I don't mind.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
I wish it were for attention
or an accident
or a phase.
It would be easier that way.
Maybe then
I wouldn't be scared
to love what I love
Who I love.
Her.
You are reading this
as I am navigating
my life and
my newly discovered
what has always been.
Trust me.
I'd much rather hide
behind her hair
and in my room
tucked away
alone, together.
But my heart yearns
to scream at the top of
my lungs
that I love her.
And to say,
**** the World
and whoever is not ready
for Us.
That
would be attention.
And I don't mind.
