How to fall in love with a place you grew up resenting…

Leave and see what the rest of the world has to offer you.

Move to a city that feels like another country, even if it’s in the same state.

Face the people who point out your differences with their eyes.

Discover living in a world where timing is everything, especially during rush hours.

Make an amount of money that seemed out of reach before.

Realize that said money isn’t even enough to pay an electricity bill.

Feel lonely in a room full of people because no one smiles at strangers.

Figure out that diversity doesn’t mean acceptance.

Experience suburban claustrophobia.

Dream about the beauty you grew up ignoring.

Go home and remember you were lucky.

So lucky.

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I’m Starting to Realize it’s Complicated

(Here’s a poem that reflects my consistent internal dialogue!)

I can’t tell you what I feel like because
Even I don’t know what I feel like;
It’s more of a mess of colors like,
Blues and reds
With hints of green,
But only because your eyes are green,
And this is coming off kind of strong but
Did you know you say all the right things sometimes?
But all the wrong things the other times,
And although you don’t always listen,
When you do listen,
You remember
And that means more than you know,
Or I know
Or they know—
Look I don’t know how to end this
Stupid poem,
Or stupid run on sentence,
Just like I don’t know how to tell you
“I love you” or
that I’m lost when you’re absent.

To: My Favorite Person in the World…

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 Just Romanticized the Ringing in my Ears

A noise reverberates in the emptiness that exists
In the space where you end and I begin.

It’s a ringing with a pitch high enough that if you don’t
stop and listen hard enough, you would miss it.

Sometimes I hear this noise in the moments before your
Breath gets deeper and you fall asleep,

Sometimes I hear it when you stop kissing me just long
Enough to look at me and smile.

Tonight my ears are ringing with the sound of us,
And it’s like I’ve never heard music before.