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GayI'm not broken.
"I can't believe you."
"It shouldn't be like this."
I'm not broken.
"You need to stop!"
"Why don't you want help?"
I'M NOT BROKEN.
"I can't look at you."
"Why won't you act right?"
Stop trying to fix me.
"There's no way it will go away?"
"You need to DO
My True DesiresMy True Desires
When I see you my heart skip a beat
I gaze at you
I dream about you
Wanting to be with you
Please make love with me
So I will not forget your body
Your warmth your breath your smell
My heart throbs everyday when I think about you
Hold me embrace me kiss me love me
This is my true desires
I dont want to see you with other girls
It hurts a lot
It makes me want to cry
At my soul
I dont know why I fallen for you .
I dont know why
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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