Prompt: Monsters don't really hide under beds. Show how they might nide behind a smile.
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You are so beautiful, and I can't tell you. I don't care that we're both guys or taht my parents think that being gay won't get you into Heaven. I love the way your eyes shine when you laugh, or the way you shake your too-long, brown hair out of the your face, but the biggest thing I love about you is your smile.
It's monstrous, the way my heart beats faster when you look at me, or when you smile that beautiful, terrible smile and make me blush a dark red. It's awful, being like this, but I wouldn't trade it it for anything in the world.
It's hard, going home to my highly religious parents that spend much of their time condemning and insulting gay people- people like me. It's hard, being at school and getting called demeaning and derrogatory names. It's hard, seeing that face of yours every day, not being able to tell anyone how I feel , being trapped inside myself, alone with my secret.
You just know me as that shy, lonely guy that everyone thinks is gay. It's really humilitaing, like when you see me as they call me those things.
I want to know you. I don't care if your are as straight as a yardstick and hate me more than my cat hates water (which is a lot, she's really very finnicky). Just once, I want to be able to see you closely and talk to you like any other of your friends. Remember that day when I was walking through the park and fell, and you asked if I was okay? That was the best day of my life. You apologised for not being able to stay longer as yoruu girlfriend called you back over to your other friends. I was fine with it- I was just happy that I had gotten to feel the touch of your hand as you helped me up. I could barely stutter out a thank-you.
That monster that hides behind your beautiful, kind smile is killing me, and you don't even know it's there.
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RANK: 6, 6. =P
It's not good, but it's Power of the Pen, and that's the whole reason I got on this site in the first place- to post POP pieces and read Lauren's and Megan's! :)
Stay Classy, humans. I'm out.
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