Love me. Love me for who I am. Don't judge the fact I don't prefer the same sex as you. I'm not perfect. But love me for what I stand for. For who I am as a person.
I stand strong because the way you loved me and taught me to be strong and have my own mind.
I move forward even though I was thrown down not just by actions but by words of hatred.
The words that were thrown like sharp knives into this soulful heart that you adore and cared for.
This heart was thrown by words of anger that the pieces of this heart were shattered.
You've never bothered to ask how my heart is or how is my heart as a whole. I've been pushed, shoved, stabbed, and thrown into the bushes many times but my heart as a whole is still beating to find love.
To feel a bond with someone that will hold my heart to the dearest of them all. That I can trust to hold my heart and make the bond of my mind become courage of more bond of love.
To create memorial adventures. This person will not let me cry alone. Will not let me be alone. To feel sad because I am not strong enough or too weak for them.
This person will hold me up so high that I am unable to let go because the bond is strong as steel.
So love me for me. Not for what you think is perfect in the world or what you thought is right.