Rainbows Bleed the Same Tint-Ch.1Rainbows Bleed the Same Tint-Ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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I think I knew that I was gay from the start, from when I began to learn more about the different sexual identities I that people have. It was pretty damn early in my years when I started to question it, that's for sure; hell, before I hit middle school I knew that I at least wasn't straight.
Of course, I didn't say a word until years later.
It always fascinated me how some were not afraid to come out clear, say it loud and proud, even with knowing that the second they open their mouth they are liable to attract someone who is going to reprimand them for it. Like wolves to the kill, like mosquitoes to a fresh wound, isn't it? But at the same time I must admire those who aren't afraid of the bigoted, who can stand up to them no problem and show that they aren't bothered by their words and shoves.
Aiden Mars was one of them.
Now, please bear with me, any of you. I'm still frazzled, to say the least, from writing this, so nervous that my hands are trembling like leaves in the wind and so
Why Won't You Get Out Of My Head?In my bed I lay, thinking of what it used to be.Why Won't You Get Out Of My Head?3 years ago in Concrete Poetry
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All I want is to feel arms wrapped tightly around.
Holding, cherishing, adoring and in love with me.
My chance will come again, but without a sound.
Every night, I lay awake for an hour, thinking deep.
I lay awake, thinking of how happy I was with you.
Some memories I shuck and some memories I keep.
Oh, how I wish things were right and always true.
I miss the texts that I got in the morning, reading:
"I love you, babe" and that was followed by a heart.
I remember that, but my heart is still heavily bleeding.
When that love was gone and my heart torn apart.
I hide my feelings because I know I have no chance.
Pathetic, weak and stupid emotions that I try to hide.
With everything that I am, I really want us to enhance
and grow back to what we once had, that day I died.
I can't talk to you because I know I will cry if I do.
Though you are a good friend, one I'd never trade.
I'll probably cry out over and over too: "I love you!"
When I want t