I wish so badly to be longed by another girl, the way a love so tender would be held gently that the hands can’t help but quiver from how much they admire.
But every time my chest rise for each breath I take, I’m unequivocally reminded, that such love is one not meant for the likes of me.
Sapphic love is meant for a woman, loving another woman. And that I am not.
An amalgam that embodies all the sins that man has made, my very nature an antithesis to the same wishes that no god will hear.
I will never be a woman.
I will never find love.
It was my greatest kindness to cast you out, and set you free from the confines of my love.
Because no matter how careful, the sharp indiscriminate claws will never be able to hold such a delicate jay.
It will only sink and tear. Perhaps it is of my own selfishness. But grant me one wish,
and forget.
gn every trannies
“You thought something was beautiful, and you wanted it.”
“But it wasn’t yours, and now it is gone.”
This was both painful and beautiful in equal measure
