rich girls can't | chaennie

but baby,

III.

it was also then that i realized

this love was forbidden

how many years had i grown up

hearing those angered, forsaken rants

from my own mother and father

about the ones who loved

their own gender and the ones

who were "absolute disgusting trash"?

the ones who proudly held that flag

and the ones who weren't afraid?

they don't deserve anything,

mother had said before turning to us

if any of you become

one of those people, consider yourself

AS DAMNED.

my breath lodged in my throat,

holding off on the words

i wanted to tell jennie, holding off

on my own sanity

maybe it wasn't meant to be,

maybe i was meant to be forever cursed

with this desperate longing,

with this piercing want,

with this unreachable world,

with this free dream.

my breath quivered rapidly but

it was completely taken away

when her wavering hands

grasped my own trembling ones

her pale fingers grabbed mine,

intertwining our weary souls together

those eyes of hers bore a warm color

of home, of that home i could only

WISH FOR.

i know what you're thinking

and i know what you're doubting

and i know your suffering

and your relentless fighting,

but ignore them,

WHO ARE THEY TO CHOOSE LOVE FOR YOU?