I existed
For too long
In ambiguity
In pockets of bliss
More infrequent as time progressed
And now
Free to pursue dream and desire
Find myself caught
By sheer frustration
Throat aching to cry,
I am not second.
I am worthy of time spent
Of openness and honesty
And public displays of affection
Of respect. More than anything.
And it begins with me.
So I will begin.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
I existed
For too long
In ambiguity
In pockets of bliss
More infrequent as time progressed
And now
Free to pursue dream and desire
Find myself caught
By sheer frustration
Throat aching to cry,
I am not second.
I am worthy of time spent
Of openness and honesty
And public displays of affection
Of respect. More than anything.
And it begins with me.
So I will begin.
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