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Change of Tone (Unfinished)
Change of Tone (Unfinished)
I craved bar codes at my wrist. Sometimes color red, sometimes just pinkish.
Sharp objects are my brush and acrylic red was the color.
The only problem is, I only know one line and one color.
Which is a straight line at the canvas of my skin and shades of red and dark colors.
While I like red and dark tones, she brought me light ones.
I hate the way we all are stitched into the idea of conforming into society’s standards of loving each
other. That’s why my head nowadays painfully ponder,
The idea of forcing yourself into liking the opposite gender. For I have felt like a crooked puppet.
I know, I wasn’t lost. My true self is right here. Buried under cultural conditioning,
A memory of who I was before the world got its hands on me.
The plastered smile on their crummy faces when they see anyone who identifies as not straight
Turns into wicked words and diabolic frown when they glare at someone casted out by society.
Are we really that bad? Should they cast violence against us?
For I would take every brutal word they spat rather than living my life a lie,
A life filled with hurtful words and disagreement, yet a life worth living with you.
I don’t care what people say. I don’t care if I’m labeled as a sin or if nobody accepts what I feel.
I’m not wrong for wanting you instead of an “HIM”. Love this pure couldn’t be wrong.
From the way, your eyes light up when you smile to the feeling of being wrapped up with every emotion
you are on. And no, I wasn’t guiltless to think of holding your hand that I fit myself in every crevice.
I’d love you as if the world is one fire and there would be nothing left
But ashes and us. I’d take care of you and treat you. As if, your body was made out of water.
Pour yourself into me and I would not let a single drop of you
Hit the ground. Like earth, I’d make you feel safe that, “Us”
Even though my body was made out of keys. Like the gust of wind,
I want to be the air in your lungs to remind you, to breath easy and stay alive.
“If loving you was a sin, then I will gladly tell the people in hell about you and me”, I said.
She answered, “If loving you was a sin, I’d gladly be the devil.”