So much sadness, so much pain
I remember everything that's happened in the last two months,
Everything that's happened in the last six days
All of it just blows my mind away.
I think I'm falling. And because of that, I am irrationally terrified.
That means having my heart in my throat.
That means that yes, as a lesbian I was more concerned for my safety.
We're calling it Angel Action.
It means that her hands were tied up in what we call a cuffing position, with a thin white rope about four inches off the fence.
Friends lost, bridges burned.
All of it still hurts, but knowing that I tried and failed is my only consolation.
The broken pieces of my heart just give me more to give to someone else. You told me that once, and I still can't think about that or what used to be or the words 'compassion' and 'forgiveness' and the promises made without wanting to cry.
Loves lost, potential causes confusion.
I loved you. I love you. I don't know you anymore.
I don't understand what happened between us, or why now when I see you I both hurt from missing you, get pissed from dealing with you, cry because you're not mine and cry because I don't know how to tell you I think I might have found someone else. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, and I don't know if I've just found a replacement for you or something else, something more. I don't know, and that scares and pains me. I think I still love you, at least I thought I did, but now it feels like you are quickly sliding away, and I don't know how to save what's left of the fragile bond between us.
Potential.
I guess it didn't work. I couldn't stand the lack of contact, of being alone. I couldn't stand you using me, playing me like some stupid kid. Don't trust a marine, don't trust a marine. They want to get drunk and have sex, they said. They like toying with people's emotions and you can't stop them once they start. They're brainwashed, you see. It's all they have so they can cope. Don't date one, don't take the dogtags. Give them back. I just don't know how.
Light.
I don't know how to explain you to others when they ask indirectly, how to say I love you and the others within but each in a different way. You are amazingly beautiful and beautifully amazing, and someday I hope to be a part of your life when you can allow yourself and the rest of the world to see that too.
I have called thee by name. Thou art Mine.
How could I ever let that make me think that you were any different from me?