I Love YouI Love YouMeans that I adore you for the person you are and would never even dream of trying to change you.It means:That I accept you for the person you are even if society doesn't,That I will carry on with what we know is right, even if apparently it wasn'tThat I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times,Being the one to uplift you when you're feeling down, in a bad mood, or when nothing rhymes.Spending all of my time with you, even far past the point that it is uncomfortable, andThat every second away from you is agonizingly lonely and regretful.I Love YouMeans that:I know your deepest secrets and do not, and will not, judge you for them at any time, andI know that you do not judge me for mine.It means that I care enough to fight for what we haveAnd that I cherish you enough not to let go.Love means an actual emotion, not just a wordThe feeling is mutual, and this must be heard.
It's Not FairA man is on his period.A woman is growing a beard.He was just kicked out of the house.She was just disowned.A man is dating a woman.A woman he doesn't love.All for love he couldn't haveIf his parents knew that man he'd lovedA woman is sleeping with a man.An ugly, manly man.Just so that she feels feminineBecause she wouldn't with that beautiful girl.It's not fairPeople live like this.It's not fairBodies are wrong.It's not fairLove is shamed like this.I thought we were all equal.I guess America lied.
Look (Right Through Me)Allegory rules the world,Angry, lonely, little girl.Begging for life by praying for death,Understanding love but hating breath.Black lies in spider silk,Smothering all the voices.Screaming truth by spreading the lies,Hearing them all but ignoring the cries.Heartbreak and heartbeats,Drowning out broken hearts.Beating hate by feigning glorified love,Confined by life but free as a dead dove.Crimson hopes flooding out,Killing the pessimist's child.Singing silence by bleeding it away,Losing religion but aching to pray.Killer fame striking hot,Taming the soul I loved.Playing the game by sitting it out,Knowing it all but nothing about.Sharp amethysts stab deep,Reminding me of my you.Showing me care by letting me die,Listening long but not hearing me cry.Headphone hospice healing hearts,Death started by life's poison darts.Hell's hearse harking hollow hate,Taking me away from this berate.He held hearts, he hurt her head,He's him and I'm her; both better off dead.
Losing MeI find peace in loathingI suffer pleasure from painI feel comfort in dark clothingWhether judgment or acceptance is my baneI have cried all my tearsStill in darkness I am boundWandering desperately through the yearsThe true identities never to be foundLost is allA blanked out, thrown out memoryFrom the abuses that do appallHope and love was my everyBut now my life will soon dissolveInto a screaming dark place with no resolve...
No one's listening. . .With every breath I takeI feel as if there's someone hammering at my headAnd clawing at my heartWith every move I makeSomething is tearing me apartMaking me grow weakWith every word I speakSomeone else gets hurtAnd I'm ignored once moreSo tell me...What's the point of me screamingIf there's no one to listen?
Untitled Everything hurtsWaking up in the morning hurtsTrying not to cry hurtsPlastering a smile that I hateWith a passion hurtsTalking to you hurtsI try to hide it and act like everything's fineBut you always manage to see right through meI don't even know how...My wall's been up for so longIt's strong and thick. Keeps people out Why not you? You're the cause of my painMy tearsWhy can't I keep you out? Get out.
You Never Loved What You'll Never MissOpen your heart, like an open doorSo that you can see what's in storefor you and all your little friendsthis is how your story endsIf you'd just keep quiethide your personality's splitthen this rumor mill could stop spinningbecause when it spins no one's winningNever bite the hand that feeds you,it'll be the last thing you really do,with out food you'll just starveand start to fade away slowly, like your wrists' scarsAnd if you cry I won't wipe away your tears,because when you cry I disappearMaybe I don't want to be seen,I don't want to be a golden girl on the silver screenSo take me out of your spotlight, halo of gracetake me away, let me hide my ugly faceAnd If you do I'll save you a kissbecause you never loved what you'll never miss
Knowing The TruthWhen I began to question my sexuality:In 8th grade I had a crush on this guy who was bisexual, later turned out to be gay, but I didn't know that. When in the locker room with my friend I said, "How can someone be bisexual?" She seemed to be offended, so I asked her what was wrong. That was when she informed that she was also bisexual.Being raised in a household where it is known for a woman to marry a man this came as a shock for me to comprehend. Don't get me wrong, my parents aren't homophobic by any means. I just wasn't exposed to that kind of love or lifestyle at the time. Anyways, after I had a talk with my friend and she told me more about being 'bisexual' I began to question my own feelings. Curious & Changing:I was told, "If you can see yourself a long term romantic relationship with a female then you are bisexual." So I began to theorize if that was possible for me. After a couple weeks of thinking I came up with the answer, "I would kis