At the tender age of thirteen,

you made my soul alive.

Just for a moment, I was free.

In a world of hate, I would survive.

I felt happy in a way I never have,

that night made my heart skip a beat.

Though I knew it would have to be a secret.

I thought your love was tender and sweet.

But it was nothing but a game for you,

you caused a pain that couldn’t be relieved.

You destroyed my heart in seven words,

“We are too old for make-believe.”

I didn’t know our moment of love,

didn’t exist for you.

Maybe you feared the worlds rejection,

a life you couldn’t go through.

I don’t understand why our love is so wrong,

why the world is filled with hate.

We are judged and condemned to hell

just because we are not straight.

You left a hole in my heart that never heals,

even though your reason, I understand.

It’s too dangerous to be who we are,

my fearful heart won’t make a stand.

Missy