they don’t care about how happy you made me
during those few, short months.
People don’t want to hear about
how many times you made me laugh.
They simply don’t want to know
just how important your touch was to me.
How much we cared about each other
is irrelevant to them.
Our deep affection,
though it meant the world to us at the time,
is meaningless to everyone around us.
These people would much rather
hear about how broken I was
when your mouth stayed shut.
They care more about
the anger and anxiety I felt
than the sweet nothings
you whispered to me those nights.
They want to know just how torn up you were
when you thought we’d be nothing.
It is the tragedy
within what was us
that people care about.
That’s what they deem interesting
Not because they’re cruel
the people who care to listen
are fallen children themselves.
They are just like us.
The kids of the light
tend to cling to what is real
and the truth,
not the lost words
of a troubled child.
The person reading this
is probably so far in the dark
that the bright light
of love, hope, and possibility
is blinding, disgusting, and mocking
all at the same time.
It is so far out of their reach
that simply entertaining it
is too much of a strain.
But being exposed to more black
and more pain
that is the music
that will reach their ears.
Those are the words
that will make them feel better.
Not because we cry, too,
but because they don’t cry alone.
So our story is mute,
unless I talk about the cold,
between our clenched hands.
What we had is nothing to them,
unless I say that our gazes
are filled with desperate despair
that prays for a reunion.
Though we had our moments of light,
we’re still a tragedy my dear.
We’re still children of the darkness.
we stabbed each other
and twisted our diggers in our hearts,
but it’s worst
because we dig the blades deeper
every minute we spend apart.
Our desire for each other
wouldn’t be true or complete,
if I didn’t mention
the space between us,
yet how badly
we want to crawl toward one another.
I am forced to say
that we look to the light for more,
but choose to live in the dark together
with all of our fallen brothers and sisters.