The first boy I loved smelled like smoke. It should not have been surprising that he would wind around me. Suffocating. Choking.
The boy I had called my best friend quickly turned his back on me when I did not return his affections. Whore. Bitch.
My years dating boys were filled with violence and cruel words. I was uninspired by the way they treated me. The way they kissed me. Was this what I was doomed to end up with?
And then her, like an angel. Came into my life with gentle grace.
Suddenly life made sense, because how could I want any other embrace than the soft arms of a female?
Who else would I let caress my lips in the evening as we watch Harry Potter for the tenth time.
Laughter comes more easily. My heart flutters at her mere gaze. I understand at long last that how you love cannot be chosen.
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This poem is special to me, because it slightly highlights how it felt to realise I was a wlw.
I don't think I could ever fully explain just how giddy the true realisation was. The way the word 'wife' makes my heart sing like 'husband' never could
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PoetryHer. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each gi...
