People doesn't hear me cry.
They don't hear the agony that tears me from the inside out every waking moment.
Like him they say.
Be with him they say.
He is perfect for you they say.
I don't like him, I think to myself.
I don't want him, I think to myself.
He is all wrong for me, I think to myself.
She is who I love.
She is what I live for.
She is everything right for me.
His touch turns my skin to ice.
A simple brush of the fingers from her sends my body into a pure flame.
Our love in some people's eyes may be called an abomination.
To me our love is pure and beautiful.
All I want is her.
All I need is her.
No matter what the outcome is I will always love her.
The girl with ocean eyes will always have my heart.
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Cry
PoetryThis was so hard for me to write. Most of my family does not know that I am gay and I am battling myself right now. I want to tell them, but I am scared that they will hate me and never speak to me again. This is part of the battle I am going throu...
