Old photographs with faded smiles… those are the worst. It’s a day like any other; you’re slugging onwards through each hour, passing through this life like a stranger, waiting for your own to begin. And then suddenly you’re confronted. Guard down, heart cut wide open, eyes watering, you are confronted. It’s like a punch in the gut. An old, faded memory that you thought you’d forgotten suddenly rears its head and destroys the illusion of security that you’d built up around your life.
Meh. My writing’s gone way downhill over the past couple of months. I just feel so uninspired. I haven’t drawn or written anything in ages, and I feel bad. I feel like I’m going to be really rusty once I do push myself to start up again. Eh. I don’t know. Where is my mind?
I miss our awkward relationship. We were stupid little kids and I just wish we could go back to that. You showed me how to open up to someone physically and feel comfortable in my own skin. You taught me how to relax and just go with what feels right. You felt right, for a while. I admit do miss you sometimes, but I suppose it’s time for us to grow up. I’m not sorry, and I’m happy about the years we had. We’ll find each other again someday, okay? Don’t forget me.
Two years have gone and look, we’ve come full circle. Where is the passion? Where is the fire? I couldn’t find it in the distance between our eyes, in that gaping chasm of lost time and lost hope. Were we lost then? Have we found our way? Or are we more lost now than ever?
When something is left, it can never quite be found again just as it was. Dust gathers on the empty shelves of memories; vacant eyes meet shallow voices. Everything is a blur.
Friends become strangers, and strangers become lovers.
Some buds blossom while others wilt and whither, away into the years long lost.
The people we return to are never quite the ones we’d left.
Melt into me my love; I’m here for you, as always.
I hadn’t realized how much I missed this, the sound of you talking me to sleep. I found that little hint of concern in your voice that I thought I’d almost lost, and it reminded me of how things were, once; it gave me hope that we could go back, just a little, to what we used to be. I miss the feeling of your heart beating fast with mine.
I hate that no one takes bisexuals seriously.
You plague my subconscious mind. You are the incessant itch I can’t quite reach, the thought that seeps into every moment of silence, every breath of sleep. I hate that you do this to me, even now. I hate how much you make me hate you, and how much I can’t stand the thought of losing you forever to this horrible world.
“Lesbian = okay, gay man = not okay”
Double standard much?
