"so what’s the end goal? a kiss? a fuck? marriage? you don’t really think you’re going to marry this kid, do you? look at you, throwing yourself at someone who doesn’t deserve you for even a second. you’re smart, aren’t you? you know how this ends, don’t become the victim here, not again, not this time"
Dear Mom and Dad-
Please don’t assume I’m straight. Please don’t assume I’m everything I claim to be..
Because you taught me how to wear masks,
And now I wear them way too well,
I shouldn’t be afraid of who I am,
But I’m afraid I’ll burn in hell;
Because didn’t you say,
That Jesus hates homosexuals?
Please say Jesus won’t hate me-
For finding her body appealing.
Please say that you’ll still love me,
As I put a ring on her finger,
On our wedding day.
Her? You may be asking.
All those poems you read,
Where I wrote out in detail all the reasons why I loved him-
Well, it was simply a cover up.
I’ve known since the very beginning that I’m very different.
And please believe me-
I tried every thing to make the feelings go away,
I’d cry myself to sleep,
And split my veins late at night,
Trying to make myself believe-
I could burn these feelings out of me.
But I can’t.
That he isn’t a he.
It never was.
I just changed the pronoun,
So that I’d never lose your love.
But now, I’m sick of hiding-
Because I’ve found the one I’d die for.
She has lips soft as Rose petals,
And God, she has the most beautiful smile.
Her laugh takes me high,
She makes me so happy,
I can hardly breath.
I’m in love with this girl.
And I know won’t agree-
But don’t go on and shame me.
Why can’t you just be happy for me?
I’m finally HAPPY.
Please don’t hate me. Please don’t abandon me. I’m so sorry I’m this way-
God I’d change it if I could. Do you know how torn I am inside:
Knowing who I am,
Isn’t who you raised me to be?
I feel like I’ve let you down.
But I love her-
With all my being.
And honestly I wouldn’t change a thing.
Just know that I love you guys, okay?
I really do.
But it’s time I live my life for me,
And it’s going to be with her by my side.
I know you don’t understand and that’s okay,
But thanks for reading this anyway.
Your very scared, broken, but madly in love, Queer daughter.
We’re all different so respect that
You know what
I’m tired of this
Not all country girls have long tan legs
Not all country girls are skinny
Not all country girls hunt
Not all country girls can ride horses
Not all country girls fish
Not all country girls are white
Not all country girls wear camo…
Not all country girls are perfect
Not all girls are perfect
Get the picture?
"Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears."
If you didn’t cut last night, I’m proud of you.
If you didn’t purge last night, I’m proud of you.
If you ate something last night, I’m proud of you.
If you calmed yourself down during an anxiety attack, I’m proud of you.
If you didn’t let the bullies get to you, I’m proud of you.
If you stayed alive for another night, I’m proud of you.
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them