Magdalena

Behind the Door

My path of love is not an easy one
a warm embrace that often leads to tears
so passion leaves my heart alone, undone

Solace remained in prisons built on fears
denying truth behind the closet door
while awareness of self too slowly clears

The constant feeling there is something more
rejected wants it was too soon to face
in silent reticence I fought to ignore

Until my heart was tired, a weary place
my eyes began to view who I must be
my tribade soul can love with no disgrace.

The deepest pain as I accepted me 
without this journey, I could not be free.

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A little bit 'bout me:

Black/brown hair, boring brown eyes--nothing poetic, really.

Maybe a 5/10 on a good day? And that's only if I've had my coffee.

Short as fuck, so look down, fools. I like being 3D and not flat.

Sarcastic and not afraid to cut a bitch (it's happened).

I don't really know what I'm doing here.

SO gay. (As in... Ellen DeGeneres has competition, gay.)

If you offered me candy and told me to get in the white van, I would.

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