By. Lauren

Love is a difficult message to convey.
As the flowers from your heart start to bloom you start to decay.

By. Lauren

My imperfections glisten in your eyes.
I am a slate of marble.
Curved and imperfect.
Except I am still beautiful in the teenage day dream you call life.

By. Lauren

You lied to me once,
You apologized.
You lied to me twice,
I wanted to cry.
You lied to me thrice,
I wanted to die.

By. Lauren

I thought I could trust you,
But it was a ******* lie.
I thought you where my friend,
But I was wrong.
I thought I could tell you anything,
But now you've made me want to die.
My tongue is tied.
You spoke the word I wanted to hear I thought your lips where sealed.
If only I knew you would stab me today.
Our friendship must have been a joke to you if only it was a joke to me.

By. Lauren

Questioning your sexuality is like stabbing yourself in the back multiple times a day.

By. Lauren

Shame them for being virgins.
Shame them for not being virgins.
I miss your childhood innocence.
Rumors never seemed to leap from your lips those days.
Now rumors spread like wildfire.
Melting faster than a ice cube on a summer day.
Why dose it matter to you?
Must one scream their ****** status at the early age of 15?
You will shame me either way.
Why must I share the news?
If you really care yes I am a ******.
It's just I will be shamed either way.
You will always
Shame them for being virgins.
And even
Shame them for not being virgins.
Your childhood innocence will never retreat back to your lips
so I guess none of us are truly virgins after all.

By. Lauren

I have this problem.
When I have to hold the hand of someone who does not accept me they feel dead.
It's as if there is no blood going to their head.
I don't know if it is because I am nervous or if it's because they know who I am.
Their hands feel numb.
Lifeless,
If you're not gay,
I can tell by your hands.
I don't know why I have this problem
I just know it's always true.
When I hold your hand
I can tell you are gay
without a doubt.
You have life to you.
Blood in your veins.
A shimmer in your eyes.
And a smile on your face.