dear God,

Fri, 09/17/2021 - 09:46 -- b4st4rd

dear God,

with a capital G,

is their any way i can say this simply?

how do i tell mom

that i don't know what's wrong with me?

that my brain steals




both good and bad

away from my conscious?

how do i explain to father

that his words mean more than his actions?

that he can be a "loving" father

but despise his child?


how do i say

that the love of my life

is the same sex as me?

that our love is intense and passionate,

but as soft as a fall breeze.


do you love me still, God?

are you even there?

i know i disgrace you.

you despise people like me. 

but aren't i still your child nontheless?


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