Outsider

I do not belong.
The bright colors of laughter taunt me
As I shuffle through the day, tones of gray
Clouding vision and mind, leaving a mono-shaded world
That I trudge through.

I have never belonged.
Always on the outside, watching as people
Dashing by, weaving connections into a warm blanket
Leaving me to shiver in loneliness

Outsider, outcast,
Unsure how to belong,
Unsure if I truly wish to belong,
The inner me, hidden like a changing caterpillar
Always covered in masks and costumes,

Ever changing always hiding,
Outcast, through and through,
I wonder if I’ll truly belong.

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Hand fasting

I shouldn’t be investing this much. It’s only been six months but its felt longer with her. Somehow I feel as though time has stood still allowing us to exist in a world thats bigger on the inside than how small it looks from the outside. She’s been my friend for 9 months, been with me through an abusive ex and in my corner ( allowing me to realize during those three months of friendship I had fallen in love before freaking out because I was with the ex, trying to make it work. Another blog entry/story for another day). Violently I push the thoughts away as fingers fly.

Over, under, over the log, under the log, my brain tells me as wings of blue, green, and gold flutter through my fingers. We’re talking of a trip to visit each other as I consider our love. We’ve never met in person. The majority of our communication comes through texts and Skype, with few video chats and many phone calls with care packages.  Many of my friends ask me what the point is. If I can not touch and taste the fruits of desires, why am I committing myself? Why do I wear the necklace she wears along with the claugdah ring she bought me?

Because I love her. And she loves me. Despite what some authors of the lesbian community believe about the fact that a ldr online only relationship can’t work.  I think it can. I know it can. I’ve had friends in long distrance relationships that have lasted for more than 2 years and are engaged. For her and I, we talk of moving to NYC with four furry babies, two kittens, a Husky and a Corgi puppy in an apartment with  the idea of our own little ones later on.  I smile at these thoughts letting the satin of the ribbon brushes against my hand while I imagine our future.

Never before have I ever imagined a life with anyone. It was always vague flashes that were muddier than an image in a scrying mirror but with her, it’s like someone has sharpened the photo fine tuning the details. I keep weaving the ribbons into a braid before finally stopping for the night. The first braid is done along with the second having five inches braided.

I’m crafting her hand fasting cords for our year anniversary, where we plan to met up and take a vacation together. I want to do a commitment ceremony   with her. A promise that no matter what may come our way I want to commit to her, to make this last. These cords will take months to finish, just like it’ll take time for us to meet in person (I’m a college student who makes 600 bucks a month [which is a good month] and put 500 of it towards bills/taking care of my own needs. Money is hard to come by)

But I know that this will be worth it. Braids of gold, blue, and green wrapped around our hands as I promise to be her mate and stay by her side. I can only pray as I finish the first braid that this will last as long as our relationship will. To the point of forever and beyond

Love

“I love you”
Words that are celebrated fill me with dread
I wonder if she really means it
If this is just a game,
Another round of target practice for those
Wondering how easy it’ll be to add another crack.

She senses fear, gently coaxing my hands into hers
Grounding me in this storm of doubt that batters my soul,
Gentle words and touches soothe the abused wolf within
Beginning to trust the beautiful woman who loves me with all her heart.

As she repairs my soul, I whisper the words back to her gently
Binding my heart to hers with the bound of mate.
“I love you” I whisper, full of trust tempered by pain,
” I love you.” I promise to try to be the woman she needs with these words

Because I love her.
As much as she loves me.

Unsure

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I’m unsure how long this panic will last. I can not sleep. Can not think or speak the words I need to free myself from this monster that has a hold of me. This is my nightmare. My father’s words meant as a joke  “She’s her girlfriend”  sent waves of terror intent on drowning my soul. I find myself staring at an essay prompt that needs to be done, the idea of censorship is something that needs to be fought. That knowledge is something to be desired to make us better human beings. But, I wonder as I stare at the clock, if ignorance is truly bliss and things are best kept hidden.  I can recall the time I tried to see if my parents had knowledge on what would happen to me if I declared my love for the female gender. 

Hellfire and brimstone, labelled sick by my mother, and pretending to be normal while my secrets begged to be bleed out through my wrists. I can’t give into that demon again.  I promised that I wouldn’t let my demon control me like that again. She waits though, holding a razor blade wanting to slice my skin open again. Instead her brother just sits by me fueling my panic as he whispers everything negative that I have ever thought or heard about me. 

It is almost 2 am and I try to tune them out. Try to keep myself busy .I wonder if it’s better for me to leave my girl now. To run away and never look back, to keep her safe from me, from my family. The family that is so shattered we don’t know how to be together. I lay awake wondering how mad she’ll be if I text her, telling her to have a good trip to NYC that one day  it’ll be us there. I don’t tell her that the nightmares keep me awake. The thoughts that don’t ever stop. The ones that tell me she deserves someone better, someone open and stable. 

Not me. Not the shattered girl who has no idea how to put herself back together again as fingers struggle to catch the shards of my once unbroken facade. The girl who struggles with depression and doubts, who wonders if she’ll wake up the next morning, if her life truly matters, and maybe, if fading away is the best option for all.  

I’m unsure if I’ll survive this life. If I’ll make it through this attack and be able to be strong enough to still love my girlfriend. I’m unsure if she wants to spend a life with me. But its 2am and she’s coaxing me through texts  to rest my head. So I’ll close my eyes unsure if I’ll be okay but I’ll try to sleep unsure if I’ll truly be able to rest.