It's Weird
I've always looked up to my mom, so much...
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Yesterday my friend (who doesn't know of my struggles with dysphoria) asked me, "Why are you walking like a boy?"
I was a bit taken aback, and really complemented at the same time. Because I really wasn't trying to, I just naturally came off that way. I told her, "It must be the boy clothes, 'cause I've always walked this way."
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When I'm with you, I stay true to myself.
With you... I feel right.
When your hand is squeezing mine,
I can find the sun in the night.
I could write a thousand poems,
And spend the rest of my life
thinking about you,
Because you are my home,
and those thoughts belong in my head.
My body is useless
Until it's against yours'.
Your touch weakens me,
Reflecting the vulnerability of my heart.
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This love is something intangible:
As the threads of the universe
It is sensed without senses.
To love from the deepest crevice...
My strongest weakness,
My darkest secret.
The feeling's convoluted--
A fear that's rooted
In chastise and exclusion
Prevent from stepping forward--
From loving deep,
and loving true.
I don't know what to do now
I just don't know what to do anymore.
I can see love in the eye of the storm,
But I could be capsized-- and drowned in the sea--
Before that love could ever reach me.
I just can't tell if I'm already submerged--
If the crashing waves have me overturned.
Is the storm made of fear, or is it repression?
Does it come from within, or an outer tension?
This question is a cancer.
Am I ready to hear the answer?
I'll just imagine my ship sailing on,
Until-- at last-- I can see the crack of dawn.
Noragami Cosplay
Yukine and Yato
I didn't steal the board, I promise! xD
Tattoo: Snow
What I'm Now Looking For
Doing things for attention?
What the fuck no.
I just want help.
That's all I want: save me from myself.
Please,
Two Quick Poems
I had a shit-blown panic attack tonight and after skating around at 4 AM trying to recover I decided to sit down to write the thoughts that ended up settling.
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