I don't know where I stand in this world anymore.
I don't know where I stand with him.
And I don't know what this all means.
All I know is that...
She's the one I think of when I wake up in the morning
She's the one I think of before I fall asleep
All I know is that every time I think of him,
I want to be with her.
I don't know how to handle this.
My friends only speak in poison
And text in blood
The only liberals around me
Think it's a phase,
Because their child has always been an attention whore
So when she doesn't want to be a girl anymore
They just look the other way
As she draws beautiful pictures
On her soft, pale skin.
When silver and red
Become your media of choice
You wonder about the last time you felt...
Okay
Then immediately remember that
Ever since he came around
And fucked up your little teenage mind
All you can see now is her
And you're broken
Like the glass you threw against the wall last week
When she tells you about the boys she likes.
If only you could go back
Where the grass was greener
And there was room for error
And ugliness didn't always mean loneliness
And you knew where you stood in this world
And where you stood with him
And she could hold your hand as a friend
Where the noose wouldn't look so enticing
the knife was just as sharp
And the lighter only just as dark
But they won't help when the time comes
To leave this world of mistakes and bad luck
For one where being LGBT+
Means that you're one of us
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The Flavor of Poetry
PoetryI recently found out that I LOVE writing poetry! This book will be filled with all sorts of poems. Don't be afraid to suggest topics for my writing in the comments.
