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First Love
Feelings
 I have these feelings.
 They make once-simple tasks - 
 Walking to class, changing for gym- 
 Hard.
 Before puberty,
 I could hold these feelings
 At bay, 
 Burying them deep with in my psyche, 
 But now they cloud my head,
 Making my thoughts
 Filthy,
 My eyes
 Wander.
 Now my once-thought-righteous mind 
 Is unholy 
 
 Game changer
 I know attraction.
 I’ve had butterflies,
 But this is different.
 You radiate. 
 You engulf my insides with flames.
 My blood boils when I see
 Those crimson locks,
 That pale skin,
 Your green eyes.
 Beauty is defined as your elegant frame.
 They are now my everything.
 They make
 You make this curse
 That much harder 
 To break.
 
 Hello
 Your personality is just as appealing 
 As your looks.
 Your laugh,
 That sarcastic wit 
 That almost revivals my own,
 Everything about you is flawless.
 Our conversation flowed
 So easily.
 I wanted to talk with you 
 For hours.
 I wished to sit there and pour my soul out
 For those green eyes  
 Are so enticing, so inviting.
 If I was normal,
 I would make you 
 My best friend,
 But I’m not.
 I need 
 More
 
 Words escape me
 I try to sound
 Insightful,
 Experienced,
 Deep.
 All that comes out is cheap.
 Woe is me;
 I was built without 
 The romance gene.
 My hand cramps, 
 My brow is furrowed 
 As I scribble down cliché words and phrases
 Trying to share with you my feelings.
 I grow with concern 
 As I wonder, 
 Will you accept
 My flawed flow of thoughts?
 As I hope you appreciate 
 My rash attempt at a love letter.
 
 I am ready
 These last six months 
 Have changed my heart.
 My curse is now a blessing,
 For it brought me the gift 
 That is you.
 I now walk through a cloud
 Of perfume 
 To get ready to give myself
 To you completely,
 To be closer than ever before.
 You have given me so much
 Strength, wisdom, love.
 My burden is now my wings.
 I am ready for you to make me
 Whole.
 I am ready for you and me
 To become a 
 We.
 
 Silence is deafening 
 Unspoken words 
 Float thick in the air.
 I look at you and know
 You see me.
 My stare burns a hole
 In your porcelain skin.
 Our last encounter replays
 On a loop in my head.
 A smile
 A touch
 A kiss
 A man
 A scream
 A door
 A slam
 How things change
 So quickly, so badly 
 A smile, a touch, a kiss,
 A man, a scream, a door... 
 
 Blows
 Sticks and stones
 May break my bones,
 But words
 Peirce my heart.
 Dumb, ugly, queer
 Those words and their brothers are
 Tattooed into my brain.
 Each one a new dent
 To my now fragile armor.
 Most of the hardest blows,
 Months ago,
 I created myself,
 But never
 Would I have thought 
 Some of the biggest holes
 Would be made by you;
 Someone who use to
 Shield me from 
 Such harsh remarks. 
 
 Change in perspective
 
 I do it for you
 I love you.
 Right now 
 You probably wouldn’t believe me;
 I have said somethings and
 Done somethings
 That have hurt you,
 But it’s true.
 I have never felt 
 So close to someone.
 Never cared for someone 
 Like I do you.
 But my parents won’t allow us to be.
 Ever since that night,
 It has just been 
 Easier,
 Safer
 To make you think 
 I hate you
 Him
 You must know, it’s not real.
 I am just
 Pretending.
 I am only putting on a show 
 For the folks.
 I see you looking;
 I can tell that you are hurt
 By every 
 Smile,
 Touch,
 Kiss,
  But know it is not what we had.
 It is not revenge or redemption;
 It is simply a part.
 My love for you is real and forever,
 So don’t let these few scripted moments 
 Blow our chances.
 
 Stand up
 I will no longer be his little soldier.
 I am not clay he can mold.
 My dad has called the shots for
 Too long.
 You are too important to me.
 I can't keep hurting you
 For him.
 It’s my life, my love, my chance
 To take what I want for a change.
 He has cost me too much.
 I love him 
 But not more than I love 
 You and me.
 
 Reunited
 It was hard to see you again;
 Up close you can see the pain. 
 I see it in your hunched shoulders,
 Your grim expressions,
 Your glossed over brown eyes.
 When I ended the show with my dad’s “homemade Ken”,
 I thought I should come talk to you.
 I thought I could make us good again.
 I thought wrong.
 Maybe it is just too soon
 Or maybe we just can’t put us back together again.
 I’ll just have to wait and see
 If your once-warm features –
 The twinkle in your eyes
 Your constant sassy smirk –
 Will ever be seen again. 
 
 Break Through
 You smiled in my direction.
 At first,
 I thought I was dreaming.
 At first,
 I thought it was not for me.
 But no,
 I was awake and the only one in the room.
 The tides have turned.
 We can start rebuilding 
 The relationship
 I let my father burn.
 
 Together
 After all the internal struggle –
 Through prayer, through love, through thinking
 I am free.
 After all the barriers we broke –
 The fight, the tug of war,
 The control has ended.
 Finally
 We 
 Are
 Together

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