Peculiar Stories Untold

My Curse

Your slickback hair,
And eyes so warm,
With a girl beside,
My heart deforms.

Holding your hands,
Heart beats fast,
Kisses on cheeks,
To imagine this, is a blast.

Prom is around the corner,
Yet I'm still waiting,
You began to approach,
But not towards me.

Why was I hoping?
That I didn't surrender,
Besides the mere fact,
That we're the same gender.

I am still here,
Dawn til noon,
Then sunset came,
I was gone, covered by gloom.

The very night came,
You didn't even saw me,
I hate my curse!
A gender—I didn't want to be.

Why am I like this?
Why did I become like this?
I only wish to be loved,
Am I worthy to exist?

I'm different, I know,
But can I be accepted?
And the people around,
Gives me tears to shed.

Forgive and forget,
Forget and move on,
Afraid to try,
Try to be strong.

Time flies by,
Feelings fade,
But I came back,
Feeling betrayed.

©PeculiarPat34

A/N:

A very very very late tribute for Valentine's day. Anyways, our prom is coming next week, and I don't have something to wear. Oh well, I'll probably wear my pajamas (so after prom I'll go straight to bed.)

But this poem has a message that I would like to discuss with you, besides that this certain boy disappearing at night and coming back at day. I honestly and truly support the LGBT community even though I'm straight. I have friends whom I helped to be someone who they really are and I'm glad about it. Think of it, in their place, would you like to keep secrets and ignore that pain you've been holding or go set the truth free and be happy? I know it's not that easy and some people would leave or be disgusted with you. But take note that that tells who are truly loyal to you. This message is for everyone—all gender. Help them, hurting them will bring no good (Imagine if you're in his/her place.)

Hope I/this helped 😊 Have a good day to all!

Bonus!

Enjoy this artwork I made, Enoch and Olive. Not Jake and Emma.