I’m lying here in the dark.
How did this all go wrong?
No beating of my heart.
Rain on the windowpane
Autumn makes me feel to blame
Soft cashmere sweaters
I’ll drain my eyes til I feel better
Accepting oneself is difficult. Coming out as gay in a world that does not accept you can make this process even harder. Join me for Part 4 of my letter to a man who knows this firsthand.
Accepting oneself is difficult. Coming out as gay in a world that does not accept you can make this process even harder. Join me for Part 3 of my letter to a man who knows this firsthand.
Join me for part two of my letter to Josh– the greatest man I ever loved.
Coming out as gay is hard. Coming out as a gay man to the woman you love is even harder. This is a letter for a man I will always love… even though it became too confusing for him to continue loving me back.
Today’s post serves as a good reminder of what can happen when we waste time worrying about what others think about us. We are greater than the opinions and potential criticisms of others.
An inside look at one person’s ongoing experience with depression.
Is it enough? Am I enough? Will this ever be alright?
I love you like the pain I feel when I get sad. Before I reminisce about the love we had.
Mirror, mirror on the wall–You say I’m fairest of them all. But if it’s so, then may I ask: Why my sole friend’s this old cracked glass?
In the damp cell of life, I serve my time and think of you. Your silenced lips now haunt me. If only I’d known what I’d do.
Bloodied heart. Wasted dreams. I just can’t shake this love, no matter how much pain it brings.
Moving on from a once loving relationship is often easier said than done.
There might not be a need for this. A hasty farewell stalks a salty kiss…