I found something left behind in an old journal of mine and I figured I’d post it. It’s interesting to see how my writing has progressed or changed in the past few years. I think around this time.. I was dating Justin. Who, sadly.. died that same year. If I recall right, this was actually about the connection we had and just how much I loved the silly man. He was fascinating and a true hero of mine.. as he seemed to push me ever since I met him – to do everything I’ve ever wanted to do.
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When We Were Quiet //
I didn’t know how to walk without forefingers entangled.
Without the necessity of his fingerprints meshed to my own, I had no idea where to go.
I recall the day I met him and just how deep we stared at each other,
and how his eyes held the inky depth that only angels saw past.
There are things I couldn’t tell him without staying silent.
It was whispers locked away in the words I didn’t say..
And I always found the best times were when we were quiet.
The connected tissue between our bodies at the end of our day.
I remembered how cruel the silences were yet enticing with every baited breath,
We didn’t know each other well enough to know which boundaries had barbed wire fences..
And I don’t think anyone will grip onto the thorns as easily as we did for one another.
It’s times like these where you understand the validity of adoration at first sight,
and the undeniable honesty that you sense when lips crash to lips and smother your grinning mouth.
2/12/03
