We hide away not in shame,
But in fear of what might happen,
What might happen if they see,
What might happen if they know what we feel,
What might be if we were free instead of us living like we are trapped in the 1915s.

Instead of me closing windows and locking doors,
Instead of me being afraid to say I am yours,
Please I beg of you to never let go,
In your eyes, I might lose control,
Because it is the lens to your soul,
Hold me close in the shadows,
I will offer those three words as if I wouldn't be disowned if they heard.

Love me like you miss me
Kiss me with hopes of rewriting history
While we hideaway like the 1915s.

I watch you from afar
Just wishing on a star
That you will greet my arms
They tell me it's wrong
That roses together isn't normal
That my love for you is immoral

"Love daisies" they plead
But I would rather watch you flow in the breeze
I would prefer to love daisies
But my soul won't let me
You look heavenly when you dance

I pray they will give me a chance
Or at least try to understand
That I can't help but love your fragrance
They will never see
Your pure beauty
Because they're blinded by ignorance and stupidity

Is it really that bad?
Isn't love something that should be treasured?
What I feel for roses is more than just pleasure
It's emotions that cannot be measured
They scream "it's just a phase
That I will grow out of one day"
They throw words of hate
And then laugh at my pain

Nobody is the same
And how I feel can not be changed
They say they don't acknowledge nor do you accept
But I must live for myself

I've had
****.
Not ***
Not love-making
Not consensually.
I've been
******.
*****.
abused.
taken advantage of.
whatever it is you want to call it
I've had it done.
I've been kissed
Fingered
choked
hit
spit on
spit in
I've been held,
hostage
with knives against my throat
guns to my head,
in my mouth
drugs down my throat
barely conscious I've been
******.
I've been in love
I've been heartbroken
I've been touched
consensually,
let me tell you about the consensually.
I've been kissed in the bathroom, lifting
her
up against the wall
laughing when our teeth brushed against
one another's
hands fumbling up a skirt
around a throat
fingers tangled in wavy hair.
I've been touched sitting in her lap
outside on a hot day
wearing her hoodie
around children
freshmen year.
I've been touched
multiple times
by him
in band rooms, away from prying eyes
secrets to be kept and wooed over
laying in a dress
during a concert event
head in the lap of my best friend
underwear brushed to the side
fingers thrusting in
and yes, this was consentually.
I've been touched
in the school hallways
every day after school or in between classes
tasted and tasted
he tasted me
I tasted myself.
And in the living room of our best friend's house
even though I told him no
I told him the safe word
he continued.
I say it was consensual because in the end,
I said I loved it.
Don't argue about it.
I wanted it.
and I've been touched
in her pool
heated ever so lovingly
LED lights danced us into the temptation
as did the alcohol on my part
with her lips against my chest
desperate to mark, yet not to show
i mean, hey, my step-dad's homophobic
though I'd love nothing more than to show who I belong to.
We switched a lot, but ultimately I landed in her lap
water licking up my sides,
sending chills to *******
goosebumps
and her fingers hesitating
not daring to touch.
"i'm going to need a yes."
finally.
Finally asked.
I nodded eagerly
and she treated me like a piano
perfect notes
though brief I know that I was
drenched in all ways
the chlorine water yes
and of course the obvious.
you see, we were going to do something that night
we had the chance to
I wanted to
she wanted to
In the end,
she took something for her headache
though it was a sort of
similar thing to Nyquil
We were going to.
But we laid in bed
and we molded against each other
and sailed asleep.
I've slept with one person.
Her
Sydney
My Muse.
But Still, A ******
am I