Different from than the majority.
Body feels strange.
Making him a priority.
Knowing that there isn't a change.Shadowing my true feeling.
Fear of rejection.
Considering girls are unappealing.
Just wanting his affection.Why am I unlike them?
Not desiring the opposite gender.
Am I a special gem?
That my father's love didn't render?No this isn't a phase.
I know myself to be true.
It wasn't how I was raised.
I'm normal just like you.Please stop saying I can change.
My body is my temple.
Don't let yourself get enraged.
If you so, you're the one that's mental.It's that he makes me smile more.
He brings the best in me.
His life isn't a bore.
Mine is just insanity.Wanting to express my true emotion.
I don't want him to leave.
I want his utter devotion.
If not, I shall grieve.Hiding myself in the closet.
Wanting to tell the universe.
Even though I may vomit.
That it's a blessing, not a forsaken curse.Telling him my true desire.
Wanting his love as well.
Trying to speak, lungs on fire.
Hoping it doesn't go to Hell.Well I have nothing to lose.
I have shall use this power.
This is my path I choose.
No longer shall I be a coward.He.... He felt the same.
He was afraid like me.
Thinking that he was lame.
He loved me, can't you see?I can finally be open.
I am proud to be gay!
No longer being broken.
Proud to be who I am everyday!Okay, Okay now before you people jump the gun and question if I'm a homosexual no I am not. I'm straight and I find women appealing. This poem was more of a sense of a perspective of a gay man's meaning several of my friends. I used to hate them, now I envy them because their life is way better than straights. Like seriously not getting a girl pregnant ever. Score!
On a serious note. I accept everyone in my life no matter who they are or what the prefer. I just want people to know that everyone should be accepted and the ones who don't are ignorant on what they know. Trying spreading the information slowly to the ones who don't the true facts about it.
Sincerely,
~Crimson
Peace, Love & Genocide....
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Dark Poetry
PuisiDear reader, This is going to be my poem journal. Genres to love, depression, death and others of sorts on your way. Peace, Love & Genocide... Sincerely, Crimson