in the beginning

nothing between us started conventionally.
maybe that’s why it stuck.

we found comfort in mutual rebellion
and grounding in the freedom
we gifted the other
to be exactly who we are.

there were no masks.
no trying too hard.

we just were.

and then,
we were
in love.

Categories Creative Writing, Poetry, ProseTags , , , , , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close