I wish I could be the girl to look you straight in the eye and tell you that I love with you all your heart and giggle in surprise when you swept me off my feet. I would give anything to be your everything but when I kiss you it’s not there. I looked everywhere for it, in new ways, through different colored lenses and times. But I couldn’t find it. I see that my body is separate from my mind and maturity and therefore I can’t. You are the most perfect person and everything you say and do is right. Whenever I see your broken face every part of me screams to sweep you up and fix it but I know that I shouldn’t and won’t. You deserve better than a drug dealer.
Gay men and women should have the same rights as everyone else. But why is that same, pure love not given to the millions of aborted unborn babies?