From: Me, in the middle of the Pride Parade
June 10, 2017
It hurt me to know that
There was more love for you
Amongst thousands of strangers
Than in your own home.
I wanted to cry when I saw
Families proclaim their pride
For their sons and daughters,
Because it’s what you deserved.
I’m sorry I can’t change your family’s mind;
They don’t know what they’re missing.
I love how strong men cry
when they are no longer strong.
When their lives are on the line,
do you really think they care
about their beliefs?
About the hate they preached?
It was just a game anyhow,
they never really cared about
the People they promised they
Only the ways in which these
where their compassion should lie;
living where their heart should be.
At the end of the day,
we are nothing,
besides tools for their victories.
I know I’m still in love with you because I won’t stop thinking about the seeds of happiness you planted in the corners of my mouth. These seeds turned to flowers that kept my smile pinned to my ears.
Their stems whispered all the ways I was special to you when I wasn’t feeling so lovable.
Their blooms often smelled like you and it made me feel less lonely on the nights you were away.
Bees would often see me and say how lucky I was to have you.
The sun would shine brighter when I walked outside because you were around.
Even the rain made me smile because you said we always needed it.
I am not bitter you have moved on and my flowers are gone, because I will never stop growing.