_TW: abuse, homophobia_
Him
and me.
In between us,
a father's guarded knuckles
waiting to deny his masculinity.
Boy meets boy, fist meets face.
I remember when I saw his bruises.
He hates himself, I know, for loving me.
I pray, but know God isn't on our side.
you are most definitely the greatest poet on this app and i am honored to have the chance to read your work, i canβt believe weβre the same age haha. i canβt wait to read your work when m we are older and you are published πππβ€οΈ
That last line is devastating. Beautiful work, Victor. This piece is outrageous and outstanding.
Iβm glad itβs not based on personal experience! But beautiful as always
