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I am just kidding!!
our sleeping patterns collide.I wake up tired.our sleeping patterns collide. by paperheartsyndrome
I wake up tired and it's afternoon again.
I wake up tired and I am alone.
It's like every night i fall asleep with you on my mind, and I quickly sort through my thoughts leaving the prettiest ones on top so I can try them on in the morning. So everyday, I wake up and try on being in love with you. Except every morning, it's three inches too big or a centimeter and a half too small or it's brushing my kneecaps like it's too long. But I wear it anyways, since I'm used to being a shade left of ordinary or two steps past crazy. I'm used to wearing love and I'm used to you.
I'm used to falling asleep next to you and waking up alone.
You call me.
You call me adorable and I like it.
You call me your own and it feels like a fairytale.
We spend the weekends curled up on iced lakes like mirrors, scratching our stories into their frozen surfaces, and you write about adventures you'll never have and places you'll never go with a girl I wish I could always be. And I write about
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I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostite working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones. I found a girl who loves me and isn't ashamed that people know it, dispite the fact that I am also female.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT's stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am a warrior for my country serving proud, but can't be my true self because gays aren't allowed in the military.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the who isn't sure what she is. I am the one who is rejected by her "best friends" because of a less-than-conventional crush.
I am what I am and I don't know who because I am always thinking about what other people will make of me. Who am I? Not boy, not girl, just me and little people care about who you are and what you long for when you look like someone else obviously and your wishes and dreams seem easily to be guessed.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson."
I am the boy, dragged into the locker room and raped because gays deserve to be punished.
I'm the person that's scared to come out to my peers, for they will reject me.
I am the girl who was afraid to do gym class because the other girls might find out my secret.
I am the boy who was violently beaten up by his father and thrown out by his mother because I came out and told them I was gay.
I am the girl who thinks her mother dosn't belive she is bisexual.
I am the one that is always made fun of for who I am and hated by people who've never even talked to me.
Please, repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, sexual preference, or gender!
Favourite genre of music: Melting pot
Favourite style of art: traditional drawing/ sketching
MP3 player of choice: Any MP3 player with good music and a well charged battery
Favourite cartoon character: Totoro's Cat Bus!!!
Personal Quote: I love old dilapidated houses with squirrels!!!