i cant title this poem,
for I would call it your name
but I've been told you cant be with me,
from family who doesn't approve of my sexuality,
from friends who say it wouldn't work and I should forget,
but I somehow, for some reason believe them.
I want to right now say your beautiful name over and over.
scream it out loud and write it everywhere.
but just as they are blamed by myself that they dont believe it will happen...
im at blame since I believe them,
that it wont happen and that I should go and find other people.
I cant be with the one I want,
even though you dont know how I feel about it,
that I wouldn't give up everything,
because I would have to give up you then
