Strong is the heart you stole from like a tree without watering me
Strong like shelter to both hide you and from you
Strong enough to turn bruises into badges of honor
Strong is my love to still bare fruit after an unwilling harvest
Strong enough to crack a smile in your bitter presence
You strip me of my beauty like Autumns grip
Winter takes its toll, its cold
But soon I’ll Spring up again and in the Summer daze to come I’ll remind myself that you were seasonal
And I’ll be strong
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Fear
I remember each moment like it was yesterday. Sitting and watching T.V. in a place I considered comfortable; happy. Not once did I think I’d be where I am today, fearful. I had never expressed completely my homosexual thoughts but they were present and flourishing in my early teenage years. More often than not boys made passes at me that often lead to mild groping and moaning, nothing more... until the day I met him.
By Clark Wayans5 years ago in Filthy
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