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Bec Jun 2016
I've never felt more beautiful
than when I have been
tangled in the sheets of your bed.
The first rays of the morning
coming through the window.
The warmth of your skin
igniting a spark in me.
People tell me that this love is a sin,
that I am living in a Hell all my own.
I will gladly shun a Heaven
where you don't exist.
Bec Jun 2016
I cannot comprehend
that there are still numerous
people who wish death upon me
and my brothers and sisters,
simply because of who we love.
'Not straight' is not synonymous
with 'not human'.
We exist in a world that
has made it very clear
that we should feel unwelcome.
That we should cower and hide.
What more has to happen
before things change?
I am tired and
I refuse to be silent.
Even if my voice become hoarse,
and the words barely
trickle out of my mouth.
I encourage everyone
to stand together.
Love is love
and no amount of hate
can change that.
Bec May 2016
I get it, okay?
Everyone that knows you
thinks you're amazing.
Don't get me wrong,
you are.
But I will never know
what it's like to be
in your shoes.
Girls want you.
Guys want you.
You've been with more people
than I have friends.
I thought I had a chance
with him,
but then there you were,
getting him to tell you
that he thought you were
the most attractive person.
You come home from the mall
with bags of the hottest new fashions
yet complain when one store
doesn't have your size.
I leave empty handed,
"hot" does not coincide
with the size I wear.
The dressing room mirror
despises me.
All your other friends are
beautiful, flawless.
I am just a piece trying
to fit into the wrong puzzle.
I love you to death,
I always will.
But I really think that
I hate you.
Bec May 2016
My dear, I would swear
you fell from space.
Never have I met
a human quite
like you.  
Perhaps the rings of
Saturn no longer held
your interest.
The world here is
broken, but
I will walk with you
over the cracks and
show you that it
can be beautiful.
How lucky the stars
I thanked must have been
to get to know you
on this earth.
Bec Apr 2016
Treatable, but
incurable.
Take one pill twice a day,
probably for the rest of your life.
There's no guarantee
on how many days, months, years
you've got left.
You could feel fine one week,
then have Death on speed dial the next.
Of course, they tell you the
survival rate is very high.
So you sit there in the dark,
but hey, you're alive, right?
The doctors don't use the word 'terminal'
when diagnosing you.
But, then again, they don't have to.
Kind of my own personal view on living with depression and anxiety
Bec Mar 2016
I'm sorry that
I do not come with a manual,
a warning.
All I've got is the
"Handle With Care"
stamp, marked on my forehead.
Please forgive me for I tend
to malfunction from
time to time.
I wish it was easy.
When I get so sad that
I cannot leave my bed,
turn to page 37, section B
for care instructions.
But loving me
is not that simple.
I ask that you
proceed with caution,
some parts of me
are still being repaired.
Bec Mar 2016
Mom left; the sight of you
was beginning to **** her.
But you held so
tight to a rope that
was burning through
your palms.
You called it "trying",
but all you wanted was
to drown her with you.
When she cut the weights
tied to her ankles,
you had the next pair
lined up for me,
"Dad loves you" inscribed
on each.
But I've found that
the term 'father' is not
synonymous with love.
I could fall into the arms
of a stranger, tell everyone
I know what love is.
You say I'm lucky,
that I got your green eyes,
but you and I will
never see the same.
Some days I'd rather I were blind.
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