Thoughts became yarn
and as I try to find the beginning,
what I left behind got tangled.
I feared you would tell me this was a phase.
It became harder to breath
as yarn looped around my neck
every moment made it worse,
heart beat to a rhythm
I could not hear.
I feared you would say
you accepted me,
but thoughts always wondered
back to how long
would this last?
I came out, you didn't downright
say it was a phase.
I don't know if imagination
coiled around your words,
twisting them to fit my fears,
but sometimes I still wonder.
Do you think this is a phase?
YOU ARE READING
Violet Strings
Poetry"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
