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peak, then we slowly lose the gift of feeling. so we need to be better about embracing it all, seeing, feeling, and experiencing as much as we can… until we can’t. we make the perfect friends, but neither of us know how to make the first move. it’s eating me alive. I cannot live with this secret much longer. the conversation is coming. I’m building up enough courage to set myself free. stay tuned. It has beautiful poetry that warms your heart. It's a good one for everyone dealing with sexuality and societal issues with love. Everyone should know that they deserve love and are loved. I am tired of letting fear control my life. I am not my fears. I am terrified of so many things. and it is debilitating. love. love. love. let love overpower fear. let yourself love and be loved enough to no longer be afraid.

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I’m realizing that putting words to feelings is scary. validating and allowing yourself to be validated is scary. life is scary.your lungs couldn’t take in enough air, and your eyes grew raw from the tears. this is for the strongest person I know, even when she did not see her strength. this is for the girl who never gave up on herself. the girl who never gave up on me. this is for her. this is for me. this is for us.

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my mind is so resistant to intimacy. I’m not sure when I became so closed off to the world. what a shame it is not to allow yourself to feel. to soak it all in. maybe that is the point of all this: to feel as much as we can until we can’t feel anymore. in our twenties, our sensesAlso, if you’re not part of the LGBT community and fear you will not identify, just give it a try. I may not be part of the community but I had the chance to associate the authors feelings too much. Maybe not in my sexuality but in other aspects she describes clearly. I’m sorry that I let you treat me like you did -like I owed you something. I’m sorry that you were what I thought I needed. thank you for showing me that I don’t need you. that you were never the one. I spent so many hours wondering if I had made a mistake letting you go. I was blinded by the butterflies and familiarity. I hope it comforts you to know that I found someone that treats me right. someone that respects and cares about me with all that she is. I hope you find happiness too. we learned a lot from each other. I learned how to value myself and what love doesn’t feel like. I used to wonder when we would be done kissing. I don’t do that anymore. I’m sorry that I didn’t give you clarity, I was too busy giving it to myself. I hope this letter finds you, in the stars or in a laugh or in a song that reminds you of me. that is all the closure I can provide. so a LOT has happened since my friends and I moved into an apartment together (Aleyah being one of them). She told me that she has feeling for me after we had a drunken night of going a little too far. and it’s been a wild ride. we’ve made out a few times, and I’m definitely not straight (which never actually needed physical confirmation, but I have it). we have decided to just “vibe” and see where things go. I still struggle to make moves on her because I have spent so long trying to move on. I am terrified of myself and my sexuality. I just wish I could stop caring about what I’m sorry that I am so apologetic during sex. I’m just not used to someone being so patient with me. I guess I am insecure because it’s hard for me to get out of my head sometimes. so instead of saying sorry, what I actually mean is thank you. thank you for being so patient. thank you for being so dedicated to me and my pleasure. thank you for never making me feel uncomfortable or shameful. thank you for being the most beautiful, kind, and caring soul. sex with you is something so powerful, we send ripples into other galaxies.

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I wanted to feel more at times, and other times I didn’t want to feel at all. I wish it went on and went deeper into the mind of Karlee. So, I am giving this 4.3/5.together (virtually) after and it helped. I have some introspection to do, and lots of self-care. I’m less afraid to be alone with my thoughts. they have calmed, no more anger. no more frustration. I still have questions, but I’m coming to terms with leaving them unanswered. she said no, there is nothing more that I can do. I said what was on my chest, and she gave me the answer I need to move on. I have to trust the timing of my life. I’m so proud of myself. karlee rose is a twenty-three-year-old queer poet looking to connect to the world with her poems. she has been writing poetry since she was a little girl and has been enjoying the bliss of sharing them. she has a science degree she probably won’t ever use. so for now, she shares her words with you. the ultimate goal of her poetry is to be a safe haven for the queer community, as well as bring representation to the poetry world: especially in regard to queer love. you probably don’t know this but every kiss, every conversation, every cuddle, every touch with you, brings me closer to myself. loving you is quite literally teaching me how to love me too. sometimes I feel gross, like there is something gross about being gay. and then you touch me, you look at me, you kiss me, and all of those toxic thoughts slip away. believing in you, is believing in me. loving you, is loving me. supporting you, means supporting me too. you are my biggest supporter, best ally, best friend. you are exactly what I need right now. “we” are changing my life. this is for you. in the moments you spent curled up in a ball on the floor of the shower, waiting for your lungs to catch up with your need for oxygen. on the nights when all that you felt was sadness, when even being numb was too hard. on the nights you felt so unimaginably alone, so disconnected from yourself. on the nights you needed to be held, but laid on the cold floor instead. on the nights when your only companion was the pain in the voices of those who sang the sad songs ringing through your headphones.