fourteen
Waking up on a floor,
Surrounded by disgusted, homophobic faces
Had never been on my bucket list.
Having people shout the same slurs as written on my locker,
had been my worst fear.
Kicking the bucket at seventeen
Had never been a part of the plan.
Dying in front of my love’s
G u I l t y
H o r r I f I e d
Face was never my forte
But I guessed sometimes it happens.
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Love Potion
Poetryhe had a crush on this boy and it excited him. he was going to make him to fall in l o v e with him. even if it killed him. he didn't mean it literally, but the world has a funny way of mixing things up.
