why does it seem as if everyone has left me? my hands quiver as i verbalize these thoughts and the sweat from my palms dampens the page -- my vulnerability has become difficult to manage, despite my mind's intent to remain good-willed and my heart's discontent with the language misunderstood
friendship does not require ideological consistency, and to believe otherwise is a detriment to the love we are fortunate enough to experience in this life; intellectual supremacy equates to the patronizing rhetoric embedded within the elitism of the morally superior -- your grim clouds turn our progressivism dull
i will say what i need to retain a friend, but the judgment within is a grudge untouched, a ghastly bruise that never seems to mend -- you do not get to determine the language i speak, the words i weep, or the healing i seek when a bond so potent is forgotten so easily
to question my morality is to question my identity, and those who know are the ones to see me grow as i flourish from the bounds of these restrictions and inch my way upright, stronger than before, disallowing my words to be misconstrued, a prohibition of the trauma i continue to elude
a Leo is loyal like the lioness of a pride, gnawing at the flesh of the ones who betray -- grudges maintained in the chill of the winter, a midnight breeze toppled an unchanged core -- it is not a star, this dim light retreating above, merely the fading memory of our platonic love.