When I was fifteen I listened to a religion teacher say
“Maybe” there should be a queer holocaust
and I pretended it didn’t hurt me,
the same way I pretended when she said
trans people mutilate their bodies by becoming who they are
when she misgendered Leelah Alcorn
when she called asexuals freaks of nature
when the other queer kid got sent to therapy
for having the audacity to even try to start a GSA
and suggesting that maybe everyone deserves to feel safe here
and my friends
think I’m overreacting
“It’s not a big deal!”
“Get over it!”
“Stop trying to be so special,
you should be expecting it at a Catholic school,
this is just what religion is like”
Is it?
Head down
Head down
Voices down,
you can get expelled for disagreeing with the archdiocese
Whisper in the hallway
about all the girls with pregnancy scares
who believed that
love
was the best contraceptive
Is that what Jose Gomez is teaching us?
No it doesn’t hurt
to watch my friends cry
about boys who yell “******”
down high school hallways
No it doesn’t hurt
when my friend asked me
“what would your kids even call you?”
No it doesn’t hurt
to be like this
Or at least
I can pretend it doesn’t

Your ears are closed.
Your mouth is closed.
Your eyes are closed.
My mind is closed.
The spirit unrose.
My soul froze.
Our hearts don't know.
Our senses doubt now.
The promises flow.
They're predictions contradict.
They're visions conflict.
They're priorities afflict.

The day continues.
The night ends.
Time decides to lend.
Weather is pending.
Messages are sending.
The universe is doomed.
Destiny will be over soon.
Our will to survive never dies.
Tired eyes cry & pity begs.
A powerful voice booms instructions down from the sky.
A rod of lightening strikes besides the unbeliever.
Fear gathers loneliness.
Willingness beckons thee to surround the discovery they found.
Unearthed courage to honor & admiration is proud.
Acknowledging the effort nodding with unspoken words.
Agreed & unseen.
Kind & not mean.
Intelligence is unyielding.
Confidence is rebuilding.
Compromise is dealing.
In touch with our feelings.
Agreements delivered with a sealing. Broken spirits continue healing. Old skins shed & are peeling.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,

It's terrifying.
To just toss yourself into unknown territory,
As one who's never loved before,
Matching up with someone who's played both sides of the game.
The heartbreaker, the heartbroken.
It's intimidating.
But you learn to jump.
And when you jump?
You fall.
But I must say the soaring rush of air,
And the constant pull of gravity,
Have been far more than pleasant since I jumped.
We may have left the parachutes on the plane,
But frankly that's no longer a concern to me.
Because I find comfort in knowing that if I hit the ground,
I'm hitting it with you by my side.
And to say I've grown confident would be a lie.
I still reel in absolute nervousness of playing the wrong card.
They thought it was hard dancing with two left feet,
Meanwhile I've been failing to dance with none at all,
The way I've ended up flat on the ground in love with you.
And to ask for a hand getting up would be foolish.
I'd much rather just lay here with you.
The impact might have been hard, but the fall was ever so sweet.

I think you're great.
And your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Pools of wisdom and happiness.
And I feel so safe around you.
Your kisses feel right.

I think you're the only one.
You eyes seem
Like deep dark
Woods, that I will get lost in.
And I feel so protected by you.
Your hugs are so tight.

I think I'm yours
Your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Ocean floors, so mysterious.
I feel so sheltered by you.
Your grip is so tight.

I think you have me.
Your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Hallways, of an abandoned house
I feel so trapped by you.
Let me go.