Just stay calm and act normal.
Always reminding myself when I'm talking to you.
Just like when I chat.
Just talk like I normally do.

Do you know how many scars you left with me?
All over my heart,
I wear your damage,
like the sleeves of a sweater.
Some how, this pain holds me together.
                  Rather have you,
                   than be empty.
                   hate the pain,
                   but lonely isnt any better.
Whether it makes sense or not.
My heart speaks you fluently.
My mind denies me vehemently.
Thing are meant to be,
as they are,, apparently.

She wants to be wrong
cause she doesnt want to be right
he doesnt come home
he's always out at night
if nothing is wrong
it always ends with a fight
she can never do good, and he can never do right
was such a beautiful home
now something is not right
she staying up all alone
stressing about something different every night
what did she do wrong?
when has she ever done right?
always been out on her own,
all she knows is how to fight.
she does more pray for help, than she gets sleep at night.
always keep a smile on her bright face, even if she cant see the light.
starbucks coffee keeps her going, and faith keeps her upright.

I am glad I lived this long
So I could be on the internet.
I always wanted a ****** life
And though I haven’t got there yet
I am close, I can see it now
Throngs and hordes of ***** people;
Hundreds want to ****** me.
Several sites want to enlarge me,
I blush, nobody wants to reduce me.

I get fifty or so messages a day
Telling me how hot they are.
They treat me like I am a king
Or a kind of ****** superstar.
Calling me like sirens on rocks
They do, at least, until I get
To the part where I must pay
To get laid on the internet.

I have asked enough questions
Some of them embarrassing
To get the idea and understand
Why it’s me they are harassing.
By even clicking on their site
I’ve proved that I am a fool.
They say to themselves, I’m sure
“Will you look at this gullible tool?

Oh, and the promises they make!
They will rock my world with a word.
They will tell me the hottest things
That a schmuck like me ever heard.
But to clear the air, when they ask
For card numbers I don’t make a peep.
I am as ***** as a drunken rabbit
But first and foremost, I am cheap.

The stilted conversation
The formal tone of voice
He's too polite to not reply
He feels he has no choice.

I reminisce and chatter
Babbling on and on
But then I finally realise
His interest has long gone.

I gave the hand of friendship
But that was not to be
We’ve hit a void, an emptiness
Now memory, set him free!

You’re just a voice on the phone
Flickering lights on a screen.
I don’t mean to be mean
But you’ve seen how upset
And how lonely I get
From missing you
When you do that smile,
That twist of your lip
And I slip into wishing
Pushing reality aside
And wanting to reach
Each time, greedily
Into the phone
And no longer be alone
Missing you.

And now, with Skype
A new type of missing
Has appeared in my world.
Now the curl of your hair
Is also down there
Where I can see it and
It’s grand to lust after it;
To get to sit and dream
Though it seems naughty
Somehow ******
Since it is you
What else can I do?
It feels better than crying
And trying to pretend
That on this end
Everything is fine.
I don’t mean to whine.

Dear people,
I wanted to create a group chat with people from the LGBTQ+ community on Hello Poetry,
A place where we can share our problems, seek advice, give tips and talk.
A chat where people can find support and people who they can identify with.
The group is open to join, I used the application called Kik.
The name of the group is: HelloPoetryLGBTQ+