You won’t force this silence on me anymore. You won’t choke the words out of me. Your presence makes me still. Movement a liability. Desperate to coax you into calm.

I’m so angry with you. I’m not crazy. You think I’m overzealous in my assessment of you. It’s generosity which has kept me, from naming you as you are. It’s belief you can change. Not for me. Not about me. You. Raw. Unearthed.

I felt wrong for so long. You lied to me. Told me I wouldn’t have to feel. Longing. Difference. Unknown.

~ by throatstuck on June 22, 2009.