As a high school football player, I wanted to die
Every day;
Not kill myself…
Just die
A lot.
End it all. Be a hero. Not a queer-o.
As a high school football player, I was an
All-Star;
I wanted to love among those stars,
Not tread the earth among the constant fear;
I never knew the courage it took to wake up each day,
To not let the world know of the small explosions
That pulsed through my soul -the longings
For that unspoken unspeakable moment when
Everything is to be told
and he’s holding me.
At 17, the more I grew, the stronger I became
The less alive I felt
I was a faint fire in those wild, frozen ephebic woods
Waiting and wanting to warm anyone;
Comforted by only the warm whisper of coulds
I would do so much, I wanted
To do so much more,
But…
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