words used to fall from my lips
like air from my lungs.
now they pile inside me,
trying to claw their way free.

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words used to fall from my lips
like air from my lungs.
now they pile inside me,
trying to claw their way free.
She.
You recount tales like storybook rhymes and I catch my hangnail on my thumb and I am....not.
I am not who you know or have known because you do not see my truth. You see me as you made me but your lenses are shades of rose and I -- I am black and white.
Not the kind that fits into your strict requirements, black and white and swirls of gray. I am gay. I am queer. I am he and she and they.
They, because I am both he and she. Two sides of the same coin and I am the ridges in between.
I hope that you can love me. I know not everyone does or has or will.
i
am tired
in my bones
and in my soul
and in the darkest parts
of my tattered, time-worn heart.
that's when i knew
& when i kiss your cheek
in the pale moonlight
i can taste the energy
of the rest of my life.
It was with a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach that I realized this was not a good idea, not at all. On the scale of ideas, this was quite the opposite. Poorly-informed, without proper motivation, and haphazardly executed. Getting to the other side of this idea, I thought with great distress, would be the single greatest accomplishment of my life.
i'm still here but i'm no one.
ruins, haunted.
ghosts run up my spine,
make a windchime
of my ribcage.
do you remember?
heat stuck to the trees
around us, fireflies dashing by
and you and i stood our ground.
you were a wildfire, i oxygen to the flame.
you burned me away a little at a time.
they say if you toss in a lobster
then raise the temperature slowly
they'll settle in & let you boil them alive.
there was something in the way
the earth quaked, explosions thundering
in my chest, every night playing in front
of my eyes. freedom tastes like gun-metal
and smoke, my eyes burn with tears and
fears grip my heart like a vise. i am a shadow
puppet, a no one in the centuries that lie
ahead, and yet -
i think of our first independence day.
the way i slid my hand into yours and
ran you along the closed-off streets
of a small town that didn't like our kind.
i kissed you under the rainbow exploding
above and you pulled away, tears in your eyes.
we weren't free, then.
and now in the backyard of a house in
our shared name i watch the dazzle overhead.
but with each explosion i'm reminded of
grenade launchers and pepper spray
and the same way you couldn't breathe then,
they can't breathe now.
and i can't help but hear sounds of war
instead of fireworks.
and i wonder if freedom is even a thing,
or if it's only a dream we're forever meant
to chase.
we were magnetic.
you clung to me like a shadow
on the longest day,
i loved you as if you were an extension
of myself.
time inverted us.
now, we repel each other,
transported to opposite poles and i--
i don't even know who you are.
how your sweet face and open heart
has become a quiet chasm breaks me in two.
do you even love me?
how could you, when you're against me?
i wish i knew, but the faux smile on your face
is drawn in marker and there's a darkness
in your eyes i can't swallow and
i cannot risk it all
on a chance.