mascara smeared and smudge at the thought of the near future when truth will quickly emerge with great fear
fast forward: three years
dear mom and dad,
i'm sorry but i have a date tonight. i'm sorry but i'm very happy with my person. i'm sorry but if you can't accept them, then i won't be in your lives anymore. i'm sorry, but when i talk about rights (rights that i need), you respond in foreign tongues that sound like nails on a chalkboard when all i needed was your support. my ethereal heart will burst at the thought of my lover, my friend. my ethereal heart will carve lines into their skin, shining beautifully after the love that we make. my ethereal heart will not put up with your disapproval of our love. my ethereal heart had no time to tell you three years ago, because you never had time to tell me you were heterosexual.
