While the air we breathe is shared in this space,
The words we speak contrast.
Utterances have no meaning until uptake,
And what happens to them
In that journey toward recognition
Can’t be known.
With you, this mystery frightens me
Less. The colossal task of
Censoring one’s speech
Becomes peripheral.
Banal.
I don’t care about happy. I want TRUE.
I wrote that before I met you.
You gave me Truth, and with it came
Happy.
Safe.
Healing.
I didn’t know who I could be
In love
Until you showed me.
When we fight
It’s not the end.
I don’t want to run
Or sabotage.
I want to stay with you.
No longer competing,
But complementary. The variance in our
Thought leads to deeper understanding and
Alignment.
I don’t need to people-please
You.
A push, a challenge, a call
To grow.
This is what you, my best friend, have done for me.
So breathe this air and
Share this space,
And I promise your words will always ring
True
And find home with me.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Comments (4)
This is a true outpouring of the heart. Well done indeed. And thank you for sharing!
This is very good. I love this strong line break: "With you, this mystery frightens me Less. The colossal task of" Lots of good lines in this one, actually.
"I don’t care about happy. I want TRUE." - this is IT 👍👍👍👏👏👏😁
To have someone that we don't have to people-please is so blissful. Loved your poem!