Alcohol lingers on
my breath
as I hide
my hands in
my sweater.
I chew on
what were once
delicate lips
but are now
dry and often
bleed.
I am covered
in these
bad habits
that have become
too hard
to hide.

-O.B

my mind is too loud
but every time you **** me
it moans quietly

"You don't look gay"
"I'll never have respect for you"
"Gays go to hell"
I hear those harsh words all day
"When did you choose to be gay"
Well sir, the same day you chose to let alcohol ruin your life
****, my own sister said she's embarrassed to be related to me
She doesn't want people to know I'm her sister at school because she doesn't want me ruining her reputation
How does this all deprive from me loving someone?
I could be murdering, lying, stealing
But instead I'm in love with a girl named Kylie who makes the dead parts in me come alive
And if that leaves me with no family or friends, then one day they'll have to justify to their god why they treated me so poorly for simply loving someone