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They called me names,
It was never gradual,
They always called me 'fag',
They always called me 'fragile'.
I've never believed in being fragile,
Because I am human. Not a glass object.
The way I spoke was different; I had earrings on each ear,
I liked to wear stylish clothes; I didn't state my opinions quite clear.
But then I met you, the sight of your back had come,
You saved me, indeed, and my heart did succumb.
I recall once you took my arm and said "Let's run away!",
My cheeks had changed to the color of a dying day,
The way you would smile never left my mind,
Your ear to ear grin caused me to go blind.
The way you would snort smarties was quite amusing,
And when you told me I was cute it was quite confusing,
My confidence had been jarred, stored on a shelf,
Picked up and renewed when you told me to "Be yourself".
I cannot forget when you would bite my neck,
Afterwards telling me you were going to make me a 'hot wreck',
The passion and intensity between our bodies had been true,
But then it all changed when I finally said to you
"I love you."
...
Soon enough you were with somebody,
A girl, a pretty one, your hands I had to study,
I saw the way you interlinked fingers with her,
And the only things I could think of were,
Sadness.
Pain.
Suffering.
Lonliness.
Grief.
Hurt.
...
When we were finally alone, in a place slightly vacant,
I grabbed your shoulders and muttered "I can't take it".
In which the next words that came out of you mouth,
Grabbed my heart and tore it out.
"Stop talking to me."
You pushed me off and walked away.
Why are you leaving?
Is it because we are the same sex?
Was I too clingy?
Why aren't you turning around and saying,
"Just kidding, punk!" like you always do?
Com e on. I ne ed y ou.
I ne ed your wa rm emb race.
You r ki nd w ords
Yo ur dumb ass pun s.
Come back.
Why ar e you no t comi ng back?
Please, co me bac k.
Pl eas e.
...
You w er e th e only per son I' ve ev er t rust ed
you
gav e m e all i've e ver ha d
gave me all i ve e ver enjo yed
ga ve me a ll ive ever w anted
.
.
.
ye t you wer e
t he on e who too k it all aw ay
I've never believed in being fragile.
Because I am human. Not a glass object.
Yet it has only taken one person,
My all and everything
To break me.

Description
They called me names,
It was never gradual,
They always called me 'fag',
They always called me 'fragile'.
I've never believed in being fragile,
Because I am human. Not a glass object.
The way I spoke was different; I had earrings on each ear,
I liked to wear stylish clothes; I didn't state my opinions quite clear.
But then I met you, the sight of your back had come,
You saved me, indeed, and my heart did succumb.
I recall once you took my arm and said "Let's run away!",
My cheeks had changed to the color of a dying day,
The way you would smile never left my mind,
Your ear to ear grin caused me to go blind.
The way you would snort smarties was quite amusing,
And when you told me I was cute it was quite confusing,
My confidence had been jarred, stored on a shelf,
Picked up and renewed when you told me to "Be yourself".
I cannot forget when you would bite my neck,
Afterwards telling me you were going to make me a 'hot wreck',
The passion and intensity between our bodies had been true,
But then it all changed when I finally said to you
"I love you."
...
Soon enough you were with somebody,
A girl, a pretty one, your hands I had to study,
I saw the way you interlinked fingers with her,
And the only things I could think of were,
Sadness.
Pain.
Suffering.
Lonliness.
Grief.
Hurt.
...
When we were finally alone, in a place slightly vacant,
I grabbed your shoulders and muttered "I can't take it".
In which the next words that came out of you mouth,
Grabbed my heart and tore it out.
"Stop talking to me."
You pushed me off and walked away.
Why are you leaving?
Is it because we are the same sex?
Was I too clingy?
Why aren't you turning around and saying,
"Just kidding, punk!" like you always do?
Com e on. I ne ed y ou.
I ne ed your wa rm emb race.
You r ki nd w ords
Yo ur dumb ass pun s.
Come back.
Why ar e you no t comi ng back?
Please, co me bac k.
Pl eas e.
...
You w er e th e only per son I' ve ev er t rust ed
you
gav e m e all i've e ver ha d
gave me all i ve e ver enjo yed
ga ve me a ll ive ever w anted
.
.
.
ye t you wer e
t he on e who too k it all aw ay
I've never believed in being fragile.
Because I am human. Not a glass object.
Yet it has only taken one person,
My all and everything
To break me.