“Do you have a crush on me?” You asked.
The words are a slap, because I do. But I can’t tell you that. Can’t ruin our friendship. Can’t let you hate me. So I drown what I want to say, I drown the yes, and I laugh. I act like it’s the most improbable thing to even think about, let alone consider. I open my mouth, barbed wire falling out as I laugh, wrapping around me, forever branding me. Ripping into my flesh, the blood my love, my identity hidden. All because, for you in your world, a girl can’t love another girl. The scars of self loathing run deeper than any of the many you’ve given me.
”No.” I reply laughing. You don’t see the drowning girl. You don’t see the water stained red by my love. You won’t see.
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