I haven't even said it out loud yet
Barely thought it in the past hour since I finally realized
So how can I tell anyone else
How can I tell my mother
My father
My grandmother
My church?
Especially when I know what I will become in their eyes
What I have become in my own?
Buried for years it has finally exploded to the surface
And now everything has changed
How can I look at her without wanting to be with her?
Without wanting to know the feeling of her fingers intertwined with mine?
How can I hear her voice without wanting more?
Without aching to hear it whisper words meant only for me?
I've loved her for years
For as long as I can remember
Probably for as long as I have been alive
Does she remember when she declared us soulmates?
Did I ever tell her that was one of the best moments of my life?
How can I tell anyone about the pain that glorious memory now brings?
How I have locked it away in the back of my heart and am too scared to look at it even when it's three am and I am alone?
How I'm especially scared to think of it when I am alone?
But she can't know
-Ever-
It'll change everything
How could I even tell her if I can't tell myself
I can't even say it here
On my own laptop where no one will ever see my horrible words
And the truth within my terrible heart
I can't admit it to myself because that would make it real
And that's not something I think I can fix
But I want to
I need to
I love you

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Her & her
PoetryAn intimate look into my journey from the perfect Catholic girl with internalized homophobia to a girl who is almost okay with her queer identity. Features poems on my journey of self-discovery and acceptance through my struggles with mental health...