Love is Love
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Hunger
With you gone, my sadness began to consume me
My yearning for you was like an all-consuming hunger
It wasn't some sort of perverse lust
Which always seems to be postulated by those suffering from such boredom
That their only ambition is to cause pain
To those already struggling with self-doubt about their feelings
I tried to satiate my hunger by pursuing those I was told I was supposed to
But in the end, it only left me hollow
My soul scooped out like the belly of a man starving in an endless desert
Only you ever brought me joy
Only you ever filled my cold heart with warmth
Only you can dry my tears
With you by my side
With you in my arms
With you safe in my heart
My hunger is satiated at last
How can this be wrong
When it is my salvation?
~Thalia~
Word Prompts:
sadness
joy
ambition
lust
yearning
self doubt
boredom
Thalia's Notes:
I wrote this from the perspective of two male characters that the team works with on our story blogs. They have struggled with forbidden feelings for each other for many years, having one disastrous relationship after another with women, until they finally had to admit that the only relationship that ever really worked was the bond they have with each other.
I'm a lesbian. I've known I was different from "normal" girls since I was nine years old in the third grade and developed a very strong crush on my beautiful and kind-hearted teacher. I would daydream of being the avenging heroine, rescuing her from all sorts of danger. I was extremely ashamed of what I now realize were very harmless fantasies.
I fought my attraction to other girls for a long time. When I was seventeen, I got involved in a behind closed doors relationship with a girl from another school. It didn't end well. Our fear of being found out caused us to treat each other poorly. Plus, I was very jealous and she wasn't particularly monogamous.
Unfortunately, I never found the right one. I'm not actively seeking right now, but I'm still open to the possibility that one day my princess will come.
