I spend all my time
loving his company
but hating his touch.
Over and over
I choose comfort over finding myself,
and maybe this is the one thing in the galaxy
I can't tell her.
I spend all my dreams
hating normal
and craving myself.
I like to think I wouldn't be different
in her eyes,
a label
instead of the person
she's known for seven years
But instead I spend these lifetimes
between every breath
loving what I could be
and hating what I am.
Heaven and hell flow through my veins
A tingle of confidence,
my well-worn sandals,
she smiles with a spark in her eyes
And I know everything will change
but the important things
will stay the same.
Deep breath
Take this chance
Please don't fall
"Hey, " I say,
"I'm different.
I'm not who
you think I am."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem