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Long before i found my truth
i was hiding.
And i hid well.
Behind walls of pronouns
and long sleeves to cover.
Behind book covers and
blank sketchbooks.
i was fading
Then i found something.
i found poetry.
i would write pages
and pages
of impermanent pen.
Angry lines removed beautiful
TRUE
cries of attraction and attention
i bled words and cried ink.
To be honest,
"She"
my muse, my love, my angel
became
"Him"
****** and painful.
Now i have light.
F**k you homophobes,
Those who made me uncomfortable in my own skin.
I come out
STRONG
And i love her and
She loves me.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Back
Long before i found my truth
i was hiding.
And i hid well.
Behind walls of pronouns
and long sleeves to cover.
Behind book covers and
blank sketchbooks.
i was fading
Then i found something.
i found poetry.
i would write pages
and pages
of impermanent pen.
Angry lines removed beautiful
TRUE
cries of attraction and attention
i bled words and cried ink.
To be honest,
"She"
my muse, my love, my angel
became
"Him"
****** and painful.
Now i have light.
F**k you homophobes,
Those who made me uncomfortable in my own skin.
I come out
STRONG
And i love her and
She loves me.