História Poems About Love - Chapter One

Bryan

     . Every day, I hear several people telling me what I should do, how I should do it and why I should do it, the way I should act, the way I should dress and the way I should be. Most people say that I am a “mistake” in humanity, all because I am pansexual. That's right, there is a lot of prejudice in this society. It's not just that, people will always criticize me for my hair, its length, because it has a pink streak and is naturally white and because I don't want to use products to make it straight, since it's wavy. But, other than that, they always say how beautiful my eyes are, because I have heterochromia, both my eyes have a mixture of green and blue, but I wear green lenses, since the green in each eye is very strong and the blue is very strong. Of course, I decided to use the strongest color, so people will always say that my eyes are beautiful because they are green. They always complain, they say I'm too young to know about my sexuality, they say it's just a phase, that soon I'll only start to like women, that it's too naughty, among others. Little do they know that they basically idolize me, on social media, where I usually create my love poems.

Before…

January 21, 2020 (Start of the pandemic)

       . I was already used to the usual routine. I went to school, came home, ate and came back again. There I studied and drew. Sometimes I used my cell phone. I don't have friends, and I'm already used to that, simply because I'm introverted and no one cares about my existence. Well, when I agree, my adoptive mother would be at the foot of my bed to wake me up. However, today I didn't see anyone at the foot of my bed, when I look at the time, it's 9 am, everyone is probably in 3rd class at the moment. That's strange, my mother doesn't let me miss anything, only if I'm really sick. But I'm very well. But I'm doing very well. Well, I have nothing to complain about, I hate going to school, but it's kind of strange that no one wakes me up, especially for no reason. I decide to get up and go to the living room to see why I regret letting me stay at home. I arrive in the kitchen and see a note written

“Good morning Bryan. Well, you may have noticed that it wasn't a school today, and you probably saw that you're alone right now. Well, your natural father and I are traveling to your grandmother's house, as we know that you don't like coming here, we decided to leave you at home, you already know how to take care of yourself. If you see this note before turning on the television, know that you will not have class due to a virus that arrived here in the United States. That's it, if you need anything, call me or your father.

Signed: Wanessa”

That's what I needed, days alone, no one bothering me. I would even call some friends, if I had any. Well, now that I'm alone, I can do what I've wanted to do for a long time. I run towards my room and sit down in front of my computer. Open my instagram and create an anonymous account. Well, first I need to create an email for myself, after creating it, I make the account.Well, the username is more complicated, so I'll use any name. As it's more for poems, I decide to put poems_livros.bs and my name will be Love, very random, I laugh at myself. I stop to analyze a little and decide on a profile photo, placing a photo of a bouquet of flowers on a table at a meeting. I decided to put my first poem in it.

“The loneliness of an artist

I can't take it anymore

Routine every day.

People tempt me

"Moulding" is mandatory, as

 If I were your puppets.

No friends, because I don't accept myself

And bring me discord.

For the simple fact that I am

Different from them.

Behind each

Drawing and poem,

There is a destroyed artist,

Trying to avoid your problems.”

This idea always comes to me when I analyze all the bad points in my life and decide to put them all together in a simple poem. I decided to post it on my Instagram. I don't expect people to close themselves off but I hope they read it. I hope they are inspired by my poems, nothing more.

         . Well, it's been many minutes since I made my first post and no one liked it. Like I said, I don't expect anyone to actually enjoy it. At the moment, I'm playing a video game, until I hear the notification sound on my cell phone, it must definitely be my parents asking how things are going here. I pause my game and unlock my phone, when I pull down the notification shade, I only see a message from my Instagram, “someone liked your post”. Wow, I didn't expect that one. I click on this notification and I see that it was a certain Kauan who liked it, out of nowhere, I see that he started following me and sent me a message in my direct. I was shocked at the time, almost no one sent me messages other than my parents. I open the message and see what he sent me.

“I liked your post, where did you get inspiration from?”

I become paralyzed. I have no idea how to respond. I think a little and respond.

“I usually put all my problems together in poems, and if I think it’s cool, I share it.”

Even after spending about eight minutes thinking, he answers me right away.

“That's cool, I would like inspiration too, I enjoy creating poems, but I don't have inspiration for that, simply because I have an emotional block. And about the bad things, I can fix them very quickly :)”

I have no idea how to respond, so I leave him unanswered. He just starts typing.

“I'm bisexual, so people will always judge me for being a boy who likes to be with other boys, but I really don't like it that much. Today's humanity is very prejudiced due to the way they are created, but I believe that soon it will stop being that way.”

Well, I don't have an answer, so I respond with the first thing that comes to mind.

“Of course, she will die soon and it won’t be long.”

I feel like I was a little cold, but I didn't have a better answer.

“Ksksks wow, do you hate society or is it just me?”

“I really hate it, for me it didn’t even exist.”

“Well, apparently he must have done something bad to you, if you want to vent I’m here :)”

I've never received this type of message, so I don't know what to respond.

"OK thanks."

"You are welcome :). What are you doing?"

I'm a little unsure whether I should respond or not, so as not to leave a package for him, I decide to respond.

"Playing."

“That’s cool, what are you playing?”

"Video game."

“And what’s the name of the game?”

"Cross-fire."

“Wow, can we play together?”

"Why do you insist?"

“I just want to be friends with you.”

“I’m going to tell you right away that I don’t say anything in a phone call.”

“Okay, lol. I can call you?"

I roll my eyes. Even after that he insists. Well, there's no turning back.

"He can."

Out of nowhere my cell phone starts ringing, he's really calling me. I'm a little shaky, but I answer.

-Hey how's it going?

I won't speak during the call, but he was like he wanted to hear my voice. I decide to respond in writing, join our conversation and start writing.

"I am fine."

-That's good, hey, let's play?

"Let's go."

-Invite me there, please.

“I don’t know how to invite, it’s the first time I’ve played with someone.”

-OK I understand. Wait a minute you add here.

"OK."

At the same time, he appears next to me in the game.

         . Kauan and I played for a long time until, when I saw it, it was eight o'clock at night. And he insisted on talking.

“I’m going to hang up, I need dinner.”

-OK. Can you play again tomorrow?

I don't plan on playing, I just play alone and stuff.

“If I get it, I’ll let you know.”

-OK Bye.

I hang up the call and start playing Five Nights with Freddy. When I start playing, my phone starts playing notifications. It's kind of impossible for all of this to be Kauã. When I open it, eight people have liked my post and have a message from Kauã.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I shared your post with some friends of mine.”

This guy is full of surprises. Maybe I'll call him back to play tomorrow.