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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Coming-out in a Catholic family.

Submitted: February 17, 2017

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Submitted: February 17, 2017



As you held her in your arms, she believed that she was your everything.
The fairness of your child’s skin was the purity of your new beginning. 
She looked at you like he never did, you were her everything.

You cradled her to the park and taught her about the origins of everything.
The innocence in her eyes was her transparency of evil. 
And she gazed into the sky towards the one who gave you everything.

Her eyes, her heart, her knees burned as she studied the man of everything. 
She dissected the pages of the ongoing words. 
The passion in your glare was motivation to fulfill her everything.

She grew older and she looked at her with the genuity of everything.
Her love filled her heart with the glory of happiness. 
And you looked at her with the disappointment of nothingness.

To you she was new, and her love for your everything no longer meant anything.
She held her hand and understood the greatness of what you had bled into her.
But greatness subsided to your expectation of loyalty.

As you gripped her in your arms, she still wanted to believe that she was something.
The lifelessness of your child’s skin was the end of her belief in anything. 
And for the rest of my life I wondered, why could I not be your everything?

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