Warning - mentions of homophobia
B r e a t h.
The cigarettes burned and burned and burned,
They made me into a sculpture,
I was made of smoke
And fire
And hate
And rage
And forgotten memories.
The cigarettes burned my lungs,
They healed, slowly I forgot the pain.
But then you again said those words.
Again.
F o r g e t.
How could I forget the pain?
The pain that thundered upon me,
The tears that broke me apart.
You know when the cloud break apart, that sound?, and than the rain comes on and on and on?
That what it felt like.
Your words about you can't love.
That you are too young to love a girl when you are girl.
How?
How can I know that I love a boy,
But I can't love a girl.
No, nobody forced this upon me,
No, this wasn't for attention,
No, I don't care if you do care.
How could I forget the pain that comes with hiding?
I am not free,
But I know I will be.
Soon.
I was intoxicated,
I was forced into believing that you cared about me.
No, you cared about your little tea parties with your friends.
"she can do that!"
"Oh, my son could.
do that already,"
"well. She's a disgrace"
"of course she is."
