Another Queer Drama

Just a Gay guy going through life. I will show you what’s inside my twisted mind

[rain-bowtears-blog]

Darkness floods both our eyes. It covers it with a familiar feeling. It is warm and comfortable. Our cheeks feel warm and wet. We look at each other through the reflection of a broken mirror. It reminds us that we too are broken. We see each other in between the cracks. We’re unfamiliar with that shape. We’re no longer lovers we’re just strangers with the same damn hunger to be loved, to be touched, to feel anything at all

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I exist within the blurry line of sexuality. I never touched a Barbie. It was said to me that they were for girls. I was never interested in playing with one. I soaked my self with sport and the ideal of a boy. I played soccer and I was good at it. It didn’t make me feel manly. It made me feel happy. My parents were proud. I was what they wanted.

I don’t like girly things and I’m not in any way very feminine, but I love people that are themselves. I know I was at that time. I am a gay male. Yes it’s going to sound cliche, but my favourite colour is pink. What a surprise a gay guy likes pink. I’ve always liked it. It looks great on guys. I find it attractive on a guy. After years of being repressed I’ve come to accept that I am a guy that plays soccer, lives the colour pink and of course likes other guys

I’m proud of who I am. I am not unique, but I am me. I am not happy, but I am growing

[rain-bowtears-blog]

Lovely Nightmares

Here I stand, at the shadow of the ideal. The passion fades. The dream is nothing but a curtain of blurry images. I lived in the future for so long. The past and the present haunted me from afar. They watched their distance, they played me every time. —but I scream too loud if I speak my mind— I sold my soul to the demon of love. In return, I got scars, nasty scars. I’ll remember every day. The scars will remain. I’ve grown fond of them

It’s gloomy and I haven’t wrote in a while. I’m going through a break up. It just describes the beginning of the issues in my relationship. Constructive criticism is welcome