When You Killed Me, Did God See?

we mourn the empirical fastenings

of those who came before

most now dead and buried in swill;

beheaded

as they had their time, so shall I

as they loved, so shall I

as they died in a thousand ways,

fractals spinning through space

through the human mind

eternally soaring in mist and

touching heaven for but a moment

before all, all is lost

and down they fall into the black

window of obscurity;

so shall I.

I stood dead at a grave that was not mine

a friend of a friend long since gone, though

killing me only now.

grief is as death,

is as life,

is as humanity.

The sunset tonight.

I am not a girl,

but rather a boy in the way

that I am burdened a daughter.

disappointingly so.

Roses, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889

With @staff 's recent post saying 1/4 of this site is LGBTQ going around, I'd like to see what the actual demographic is

So!

Please reblog for bigger sample size!

I would go through it all again for you

a hundred times

but I do not think I would still be me

when it was over

How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong

god will never love me the way he loves you,

and that is all the assurance I have in this world.