One day I just felt compelled.
I wandered towards a group of my best friends, wondering what the hell I was thinking, going over there and confessing my love to them. I walked over and said to them
"I love you all, I love you to the moon and back, I love you more than you could ever know"
One by one they stepped backwards, saying their apologizes. I knew it, no one loves me, until I realized one person had not moved back, he was the one I loved the most, the one for me.
He was perfect, his features perfect, his mind perfect, his soul, perfect.
I was nothing in comparison. Standing next to him, I was nothing
I suddenly hated myself.
I hated myself for thinking that, and I hated myself for believing that those words were true.
I am something to HIM.
I must be.
He loves me.
I am something to him.
And that is all that matters.
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A Boy in Pink
PoetryA trans boy is depressed He hates himself, and others around him Life apparently hates him too A pansexual demigirl is also depressed For different reasons She has been thrown out of her house because she is queer And now we have our little genderfl...
