Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

❝ this is for you, for breaking me. this is for him, for fixing me.❞ [ cringe alert since i was 13 and had no real sense of composing poetry ] [thank you so much to every single reader. the amount of reads and votes do not combine enough to the love you all have given me. it's been such a good feeling to know people read this. thanks a lot lovelies. it means a lot.]

Observe these syllables I have arranged in no particular order and pretend to feel some sort of way. Featured story, highest rank #2 in poetry All rights reserved © #Wattys2016

A poem written by me while during a panicked state. Grammar and spelling was and will be disregarded for the sake of staying true to my original thoughts.

Just a poem about the struggles of being a queer kid.

What is my life like?

A poem about how I feel about my name I go by now and my old name.