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e ot May 2015
My girlfriend is a brunette.

Still feels weird calling her that.
Or him - sometimes she's a he and
that's fine.
She's not a gender to me.
She's a person.
She's my person.

But as I've said before,
carving it out with black on white;
I'm broken inside. I'm broken inside and
I don't know how to
feel.
Am I scared or am I
emotionless?
What is that sinking ache in my stomach?
Would my mom look at me
differently,
blow it out of proportion,
if she knew?

If she knew
I loved the girl next door when I was eight.
If she knew
I drew a picture of our wedding and hid it
because even when I was a kid
I felt like a disgusting disappointment.
If she knew
I kissed a girl in my class when I was in the fourth grade.
If she knew
I've been this person all this time.
I'm not different. I am the same. The same person I was three months ago. Before I had figured this out. Before I had figured me out.

My girlfriend is a brunette
and her sweet-tasting love is
all I've got
spinning around in my head
right now.
It's all I can think about. It's all, it's all I can think about.
A farewell hug from her,
Felt like the sunset’s whisper.
But that was yesterday.
And like the sun, I know she will return today.
Amazing how much a gesture can say.
We are the moon and sun,
Opposites moving in attraction to one another.
We say what’s needed without saying a word.
This love is a dance, and we are the music.
The drumming of our heartbeats,
The strumming of our heartstrings,
It’s all beautiful to my ear.
Stop worrying darling, we can dance in this love without a care,
Float in this boat without a steer,
Wherever we are going, I know we will get there.
Don’t worry about the direction of the wind on our sail,
We can get there even with a breathless air.
I’d love to see the destination with you,
But the pilgrimage is priceless.
The words off your breath, is a harmony of  instruments,
You are my favorite song,
And if you continue to sound,
I promise we will dance all forever long.
Cayla frazier Sep 2014
My soul feels older than my years..
like its lived for centuries before me.

Maybe that's why I think different,
feel different than the world I'm in.

Compassion, hope and love run through
me, helping me push through this world
of hate.

Accepting myself and those around me for
who they are and not conforming with the
masses..  
@C.F.14'

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