When I said I go slow, I meant it
When I said I'll live for you, I meant it
The hope of possibility has an iron grip upon my heart
A future dream I can hardly see, yet flashes of a life that could be bombard my midnight thoughts
Just the thought of a possibility of you and me and my heart flutters beneath those iron fingers
When I say I'll live for you, I mean I'll live for the possibility of you and me
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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...
