Weekends Aren´t A Big Exception
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Entry posted by Chabela in LGBTQIA+ Safe And Closet Chat ·
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Hey guys! I´m pretty sure the sum of us don´t really have much motivation to post over the weekend cause-exhaustion. and since I am a basketball player AND a wrestler, I think you can guess how sore my body is feeling right now >.> I am going to post today but I won´t post again until Monday morning.
Pronouns: she/her
these are little scratches of poetry I came up with so its not like my best work but I decided that showing you some scratches will help some of you people who don´t have much inspiration for anything anymore.
Confronting your feelings
The personal intense reeling
Is just what I´m dealing with
To just say that I like you
And that I have lied to you
To way too many things you´ve proved
So exhausted with myself... Feeling numb, feeling too much, not willing, and can´t show much of any emotion. And then, *sighs* he comes and has the nerve, the audacity, to ask me if I like him. Silly, silly boy, I don´t like you. I´ve BEEN liking you, loving you, wanting you, needing you, but you can seem to recognize that I do.
Fazed with rainbows, carves of your name on notebooks & bedpost
Scared of liking you too much, makes me straight, always almost
Awake at three, dazed trained thoughts rushing in this head of mine
And it always ends up about you
Psychology has said water bottle wraps and boxes of gum you chew
You smack and rip cause of the sexual tension, bubble gum blue
My little Hershey wrapped in one, full of calories and glossy bliss
Reminisce the ecstasy in our vowels, our luscious virtual kiss
Consonants are so constant unlike our back and forth foreplay
You´re just so alluring and enticing, almost always permanently gay
You ask why I might still kinda like guys but I don´t know the reason either
Why even try those men when you get me a contagious love fever
Full of pleasure
Can´t remember anything from these two pretty fast days
It’s every second, every breath of mine is passing away
I shiver, say I´m cold but it’s 90 degrees
Say I´m hot but we all know you are lying
Don´t have to be so rude, no nice sympathy
It’s funny saying they know me, but they’re laughing at me
So do you not know how to speak English? Oh no? Me too
Such a bummer, the only thing I can really distinguish is you
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