he saved me, but he killed me._i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest. it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes you walked out, your five year old eyes greener thansunlit saplingsyou reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me."what's your name?"daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.I looked at the rose in my hand."Rose."you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.i didn't understand but I knew.ii. i forgot about you for 1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,you shoutedmy name, but i didn't recognize youuntil i saw your eyes.iii. my father fell and didn't stand back up again.i screamed, and you carried me home.iv. i didn't talk for a week. i stared at the gray of the sky. it was the color of my father's eyes.you sat next to me in the pouring rain,your war
The FightGay, straight, fat, thinCategories that I've been in.I like girls and I like boys.They label it, like it's a choice.Truthfully, I don't like genderIf we go back, we'll rememberA time before these definitionsLed us to predispositionsI don't fall in love with body partsI look rather what's in the heartBoy or girl or in betweenI'll love you, not your genesPastor says I'm going to HellI have no soul, I'm just a shellFor loving someone of the same sexI must be nothing but demon possessedSo I told Pastor to fuck himselfI am no one but myselfLife and love are my human rightWhat's right is right, and I will fight.
DeathPeople are hereand then they are not.we brush our teeth,hold hands,workout everyday all the while forgettingthat these temporary mechanisms,these compilations of pleasures and blood,of bones and bruises,of vessels and kisses are just hostsfor a party of angels and demons.I am here to talk abouta boy that I loved.The one I held in my handslike a baby as he breathed likea leaf sunburned by the June sunand died.he held on to me,more than physically,begging me to understand that we, as human beingsare not bodies with souls,but we are instead soulswith bodies.