To the girl with the brown hair and country life style.

To the girl with the thick eyebrows and chill remarks.

To the girl who knows she shouldn't talk to me because it's "against her religion" but does it anyways.

To the girl who asks to be my partner.

She is the person I thought I'd never like.

The human I never knew existed.

The woman who I'm quite sure is straight.

But my heart knows when so.ething is different, and it points it out.

I'm not sure whether you like me too, or maybe you just want to be my friend, but the way you move is creeping back into my head.

At night I'm strapped to my bed in a night terror that turns my rather pale skin red.

To the girl I'm afraid could hate me.

To the human who says "Good game" to others, even when her team has lost.

To the person who tells everyone "game over." When all point if existing is lost.

To the girl I hope is as she acts, for I think I like her like that.

To the end of time inside my mind til the word declines causing our incline until lesbians rule the world.

- Ariah Christman