#bisexul
Don’t worry if it is the end.
Even if it is the last time we
ever see each other.
I promise I’ll meet you
at the gates when you get
dropped off.
I’ll pick you up.
Spin you around.
Kiss you until my lips
ache.
My love,
my life is ending,
but I promise that
in the end
Your smile
Is all I need.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
Her shoes are lost,
one in the closet, one out of the door,
one step to freedom before her parents
pick them up and throws them,
oblivious to the bang when they hit the wall.
BANG;
the knocking of adolescent hands,
on the closet door.
BANG;
the knocking that fell on deaf ears,
when the tears and pleas weren't sufficient.
BANG;
the children that want a chance at living their lives
in the warm embrace of their parents
arms,
and not in the warm embrace
of the fire;
burning their coffin to the ground.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC