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I had my first real crush.
She was weird, but amazing.
She was crazy, but beautiful.
She was enticing, but taken.
She was happy, but I was sad.
14 ½
I questioned who I was,
But I made little of it.
I was told it happens,
Everyone asks who he or she is.
I, told not to worry, didn't worry,
Except a little bit.
15
She was the one, but a desire for love was my drug.
She was funny, but she was like that to everyone.
She said I was nice and smart and funny, but then she asked what I thought of her.
She never heard me say what I felt for her, but she told me how she felt for my best friend.
She was happy, but I was sad.
15 ½
I had the feelings of failure, depression, suicide, anxiety,
The definition of "I" was changed to what seemed like a foreign language.
I wondered what was wrong with me,
Was it my desire for love? Or was it just everything about me.
I tried to hide my love away,
But it came back to make me hate me.
16
He was awesome, but he was a senior.
He was amazingly well built, but he had a girlfriend.
He made me laugh, but he thought I was funny.
He was stunning, but he was a guy.
He left without saying goodbye, but at least I waved.
He was happy, but I was sad.
16 ½
I was confused,
Why did I like those girls?
I was even more confused,
Why did I like that guy?
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I decided to take whole a bottle of opiates I stole from my cousin.
I hate hospitals and when I was there I thought a lot.
16 ¾
I liked them both,
Not particularly just those girls and just that guy, but both in general
I was beyond confused,
The thought of telling someone was horrible, but when I told my best friend, I cried and he hugged me.
17
She was 18, but I was 17.
She was someone, but she was also my someone.
She was an understanding human being, but she also a loving human being.
She was going to be my first, but she didn't know.
She was beautiful, I really wanted to love her in a new way, but I had to tell her.
She cried, I cried, we both cried, but she still loved me, and we brought love to another level.
She was happy, and I was happy.
17 ½
She was 18 ½, I was 17 ½,
Her life was calling, as much as we loved each other, we both knew that we had to let each other go.
She was sad, and I was sad.
I had hidden my love away,
But someone found it.
18
I graduated, moved on, but something was missing.
He was in Canada, but I was in the US.
He took a plane to the city, but I took a car.
He got on the wrong train (supposedly), but I got on the right one.
He was looking for a seat, but I had one right next to me.
He sat down, but I got up.
He apologized, but I realized there was no reason for me to get up so I sat back down and apologized too.
He talked, but I listened.
He listened, but I talked.
He laughed, but I was the one blushing.
He asked if he needed to get up, it was my stop, but I said no.
He asked if I wanted to go get coffee, but I was scared.
He asked if I was OK, but I didn't know.
He stared at me, but then I said yes.
He got off on the next stop, and so did I.
He was happy, but I was in love.
He was John, and I was Jack.
This was love.
And it still is.
I had my first real crush.
She was weird, but amazing.
She was crazy, but beautiful.
She was enticing, but taken.
She was happy, but I was sad.
14 ½
I questioned who I was,
But I made little of it.
I was told it happens,
Everyone asks who he or she is.
I, told not to worry, didn't worry,
Except a little bit.
15
She was the one, but a desire for love was my drug.
She was funny, but she was like that to everyone.
She said I was nice and smart and funny, but then she asked what I thought of her.
She never heard me say what I felt for her, but she told me how she felt for my best friend.
She was happy, but I was sad.
15 ½
I had the feelings of failure, depression, suicide, anxiety,
The definition of "I" was changed to what seemed like a foreign language.
I wondered what was wrong with me,
Was it my desire for love? Or was it just everything about me.
I tried to hide my love away,
But it came back to make me hate me.
16
He was awesome, but he was a senior.
He was amazingly well built, but he had a girlfriend.
He made me laugh, but he thought I was funny.
He was stunning, but he was a guy.
He left without saying goodbye, but at least I waved.
He was happy, but I was sad.
16 ½
I was confused,
Why did I like those girls?
I was even more confused,
Why did I like that guy?
,sdrawkcab tlef I
I decided to take whole a bottle of opiates I stole from my cousin.
I hate hospitals and when I was there I thought a lot.
16 ¾
I liked them both,
Not particularly just those girls and just that guy, but both in general
I was beyond confused,
The thought of telling someone was horrible, but when I told my best friend, I cried and he hugged me.
17
She was 18, but I was 17.
She was someone, but she was also my someone.
She was an understanding human being, but she also a loving human being.
She was going to be my first, but she didn't know.
She was beautiful, I really wanted to love her in a new way, but I had to tell her.
She cried, I cried, we both cried, but she still loved me, and we brought love to another level.
She was happy, and I was happy.
17 ½
She was 18 ½, I was 17 ½,
Her life was calling, as much as we loved each other, we both knew that we had to let each other go.
She was sad, and I was sad.
I had hidden my love away,
But someone found it.
18
I graduated, moved on, but something was missing.
He was in Canada, but I was in the US.
He took a plane to the city, but I took a car.
He got on the wrong train (supposedly), but I got on the right one.
He was looking for a seat, but I had one right next to me.
He sat down, but I got up.
He apologized, but I realized there was no reason for me to get up so I sat back down and apologized too.
He talked, but I listened.
He listened, but I talked.
He laughed, but I was the one blushing.
He asked if he needed to get up, it was my stop, but I said no.
He asked if I wanted to go get coffee, but I was scared.
He asked if I was OK, but I didn't know.
He stared at me, but then I said yes.
He got off on the next stop, and so did I.
He was happy, but I was in love.
He was John, and I was Jack.
This was love.
And it still is.
Literature
I Said It
The words flew out,
after years of denial,
repression and prayer.
A warm chill consumed my person,
as much as a contradiction as I feel.
I gasped at what I had done.
Why did I do it?
Why did I tell HIM??
Why am I even asking these questions?
For the first time in years,
I feel good.
Really good!
I want to shout it from the top of this little town
and yet I feel more repressed than ever.
I realize the consequences of my actions,
of my words.
"I'm gay".
Literature
I Love You
There are three simple words
That have the power to leave me
Shaking.
Those words can produce beauty,
Deception, war, or more.
They can overturn cars
Slice open wrists
Saw through secrets.
The can shatter hearts, like
Crystal vases thrown against walls.
And yet,
They lead you to dream of a smiling future
Rich with technicolor.
They tear off clothes and explore
Every curve
Every inch of skin
Literature
Being Gay Is A Choice
I chose this way of life.
I chose to be ostracized by the general public.
I chose to live in a way,
My parents want to kill me for,
And my family wants to disown me.
I chose this way,
Where no matter how good I am,
How caring or faithful,
My place of worship,
Says I'll rot in hell.
I chose to put up with,
All of the heckling,
Fag, Homo, Queer.
Yup, I chose that all.
I chose a way,
Where in most places,
I can't marry someone,
I love with all my heart.
I chose to live my life,
So that if I want to bring in a child,
The world will scorn me,
And deny me a family of my own.
I chose to be treated as sub-human,
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This is really sweet~ ^^