[A Poem]: What could you see better with your eyes closed?
May your greatest defeat groom you for your most glorious victory.
A poem about an irrational means of conquering an irrational fear.
Not all that is frightening is wrong. Not all who’ve been broken are lost. For where there is hope, there is life. Where there is life, there is love. Where there is love, there is everything.
A sincere poem for a sincere man, from the heart of a sincere woman. Je t’aime mon prince courageux ❤
I loved and then lost. The memory of his powerfully resilient spirit shall remain with and inspire me forever more.
Who are you?
I’d like to know.
Can I take refuge in your mind?
I’m so intrigued by your design.
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.
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.
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…
Don’t believe anything you see. Don’t believe everything you feel.