We walk down the street
hand in hand; heart in heart
Anyone walking past can see that what they have is love
pure undying love
He turns and kisses me on the cheek, and I feel the lightest brush of heat spread across my cheeks
I see him grin; I smile too
I know that he knows about who I am, but I can't help but to feel like I'm not good enough
"I love you" he whispers
"I-I love you too"
He grins again
And I fall in love again
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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...
