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We were numb, and now we seeI know that you point and laugh at me now.. but would you if we were children?
As children, we didn't scrutinize things so much.. we accepted things as came, and we didn't question whether or not something was right or deemed 'wrong'.
So why is it that you still deny two giggling six-year-old girls the right to pretend to get married to each other?
It's because you don't want them to grow up 'wrong' or 'twisted' .. right..?
So when those two little girls kiss each other, because "that's what you do when you get married" do you make them sit in time out because "you're not allowed to kiss your friends" ?
Or are you afraid.. afraid to shatter the glass case that enshrouds them..? Are you so scared to shatter the innocence that 'protects' them from the real world..? Where people can marry whomever they please..?
That's right.. they can't.. not yet, at least.
Just because you have authority, it doesn't mean that you deserve to force them apart.
They may be young, they may be naive.. and th
The First Dance with your LoveYou're allowed to smile when I crack a joke,
You can nudge me playfully when I forget which way to go,
You can even give me piggy back rides outside,
But don't dare stand too close.
You can tell me I'm beautiful only when I'm dressed fancy
You're only allowed to dance jeeringly with me at those funny parties
You can even stay up till midnight watching movies with me.
As long as you don't stare at me too long.
For we all know, what'll happen if we linger a little too long.
What will happen if our eyes can't escape one anothers'
Or what happens if you can't rip your hand from mine..
People will stare at us, think we're gross.
People will know, even though we've never said it out loud.
People can tell, even though they're not in our heads..
They'll know that we're more than just friends.
We're forced into secrecy- only allowed to slow dance when no other eyes were on us,
Only allowed to cuddle when people were elsewhere,
Dare they see us in close proximity, we'll be cast out of this fragi
Fear ItselfWhat would you do... if you liked someone.. but you were afraid to tell them, for fear of rejection..?
Would you confess your love to them and just cross your fingers and hope that they like you too?
Would you stiffen at the mention of their name, and shy away from them each time you saw them..?
Or would you muster up a little courage.. and write them a letter..?
People tell you, "You're an abomination, you're gonna go to hell for this, you're not normal!" each and every day, but they will never understand the immense feelings that rage within you.
They tell you that you'll never find love, you'll die alone, and that you're a freak for liking someone of the same gender.
.. so with those heavy insults, I still trudge to school every day, plastering a smile onto the mask I wear each and every day.
The teasing and heart wrenching nervousness tingles within me, as I carry a letter to school.. my psychological nervous antics are suggesting that I might throw up.. even though I'm not sick..
Turn around and you'll seeMay I sleep and dream about you..? .. or is it because I am not worthy, that I am forbidden to think of you.
Can I use your name when I call..? or because I stutter at the thought of you, I cannot speak of thine name.
Why is it that you entrance me so.. I am but a mortal human, and yet an angel such as yourself grants me with thine presence.. thine eyes.. and.. your soft hum of a voice..
"Be still... hear me when words cannot speak my soul.. my gaze will give it away.. just look into my eyes.. though I needn't ask.. you lock eyes with me the moment I enter a room.. you're somehow bemused.. simply by my smile.. by.. the fact that I'm here with you.. .. do you love me or something..?"
Why is it that you are so blind.. why is it that you must ask me if you love me.. if the answer is so evident on my face.. the way I look at you is such a give away.. I've never stared at another soul the way that I laid my eyes on you like that.
Perhaps.. perhaps another so b
To the one I have yet to findI don't even know you.. and yet I see you each night.
Your presence is there.. I feel it in the billowing fog that keeps me warm in my dreams..
Your laughter is like wind chimes clinking and vibrating when the wind caresses them across their figure..
My heart is the compass that leads to you.. but the direction in which I'm supposed to go is uncertain.
In my dreams, I've caught a glance at you.. and all I saw was a figure.. a beautiful figure that floats around.. almost as though you are but a hallucination..
Are you real..? .. are you really out there for me..? I'd love to hear you.. just hear your voice.. if you could convey a message to me somehow.. to give me hope.. to tell me you love me.. then.. it could make me so much stronger, like the warrior I was.. before I was broken down by temptation..
I was corrupted.. corrupted with trying to find love as quickly as I can.. in hopes that maybe I'd find you along the way.. but.. I have yet to find you, still..
Maybe.. if you felt bad so
Contemplation LetterMom & Dad, and the therapist who's supposed to talk to you two,
I feel embarrassed. All the time.
Not just because of how my parents have a 20 year age gap, how my dad is mentally and physically handicapped, but I'm also embarrassed to be myself around you and almost everyone else who is not in my generation.
Think about it.
Think about the last time you've seen someone older than 20 say "You two are adorable" to a gay couple. I haven't seen it outside of the Gay Pride parade.
Think of how much I- and several other kids- have had to hide from their parents. Due to fear and abandonment. Sometimes I wish you would have abandoned me so that I wouldn't have to deal with all of the stress we have in our home.
You tape-recorded me without my knowledge. You irked my anger just so that you could get it on tape and show someone. How dare you, how dare you.
I know you'd like to think that I'm afraid of you- the petty child who you would say "I can break your arm if I really wanted to" when I was
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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