Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
There are somethings I would say to you.
I hate you,
You make my heart blue.
You say things to me,
About what I want to be.
You insinuate I'm a whore,
You say I'm a bore.
Sucks to be you,
I have three words and an action to do.
'Fuck you too.' With a finger flip,
And suddenly I don't feel so whipped.
Have a nice life,
I hope it's full of strife.
I don't need your judgment or the words you say.
I am quite happy to be this way.
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A poem I wrote about my family members that wrote me off when they figured out I was a lesbian.
I wrote this as proof that I don't need them in my life to be happy.
And for people with a family like mine, I hope you find acceptance too. The picture above is my friends that are more a family than most of my biological ever was.
I hope you all find people similar, so you can feel at home and loved, even without family.
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Stitches
PoetryThey held her mouth shut. They whispered in her ear and bled into her heart. But she never knew where to start. These feelings that she just wants to be done, They sit in the back of her mind like a loaded gun. So she squeezes the trigger a litt...
