Conventional Love

 
 

It all started when…

you opened your mouth, and, true to form, one lip told the truth, the other, a lie.

i hung in the balance waiting for you to tell me who we were, but you spat on me, hoping to quell the fires of your self-loathing.

you swam long and far on my back, searching for an elixir to strengthen you, to make you great, brave, all the while drowning in your own fear.

you wished for me to do the same. but i didn’t, i won’t because i can’t.

i’m different. i’m free.