The gang member, I met

When I think about it back then, I didn't have much luck, it felt as though luck abandoned me. Then when I met you... the wheel of fortune spun.

You gave off this impression of being a stray cat, going on life free and full of pride —but I could see the wound in your heart~

At the time I didn't even think about it. I thought it was another cool thing about you.

The first time I met you, felt a lot like falling in love. Though in many ways I was clueless about your external activity. You hid a lot from me to keep your enigma~

When we walked on the beach that one night, I felt the comfort you were discreetly trying to portray without wanting me to know. You held my hand so tight like you were afraid I was letting loose, detaching—from reality. I didn't have to tell you about my mental struggles, your intuition told you— that's what was different about you~

We danced like shooting stars in the ocean—you were the reason I felt like a shooting star, I didn't have to lie or worry about hiding my insecurities with you. They would fade~

I used to love wrapping my arms around your tatted neck, yet again thinking it was another cool thing about you. Another outburst of your true personality.

Until I asked you... "Who are the people on your neck?" You told me not to worry.

I moved on from that, but there was still a strange feeling. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, I ignored it because I loved you.

Love is such a distraction~

The first time you came over tom my house. It wasn't the usual circumstance of love, awe, and intimacy. There was a lot of anger~

And it was scary.

It was a first for me for sure...

You used to back me away from you every time you would punch walls or throw things out of rage.

I remember when you almost hit me~

I was scared, but I ignored it. Because at that time I knew he wasn't that type of person. I knew that wasn't who he truly was~

When you would grab me and pull me close, I would feel deeply uneasy. But he made sure his words traveled through my ear, to my brain—"I'm sorry, I don't like you seeing me like this." My mind always reminded me to forgive him. I was trapped in my mind~

That same week, I got a call. So now I snap back to reality, where I was detached again and had no one to reassure me that everything would be okay. I was traveling to prison~

When I entered the facility, I was guided to where you were. The officer somehow knew who I was looking for already. I approach the glass window blocking us from touching each other, it for sure was a blockage to our love, our future~

I felt a sense of awe, I was surprised to find myself heading towards a prison facility for someone I protected their sanity on my behalf of trust.

"So that's why people are on your neck. And your arms, and your back."

"I was just trying to protect you."

I lost trust, I gave it to someone who lied. Who I thought I could trust.

I remember saying to myself,

even if I don't experience love again, I experienced it with you, and that was enough to reflect on my past turmoil with a positive mindset.

Love with a gang member— a criminal, felt like true love.

They want to protect you from as much turmoil, past regrets, and confusion as they've experienced~