We Can’t
Anonymous There’s someone out there. Someone I’d give my life to. Her skin is soft and smooth, with faint smells of lavender. Her laughter fills the air, each giggle and snort laying gently in my ears. Her hands, they’re delicate and thin. Careful with all they touch. Almost scared to hold anything. Her hair? An auburn color that gleams golden under the sun’s eye, gracefully sweeping around her figure. She dances. Oh, how she dances. She loves to twist, to turn, to spin. Her movements follow music only she can hear, A rhythm only she can listen to. With each twist, turn, and spin, her thin, pale arms have their own choreography. She hugs herself, she holds her hips. The serene look on her face, her gentle smile, her satisfied lips. Her eyes. Hazel eyes that drift into melted pools of dark chocolate. The tears that shed from those warm, warm irises drip like nectar leaking from a flower’s delicate center. Oh, how I wish for those tears to never escape. How I wish she’d never have to let them go. How I wish I didn’t have to dry her tears so often. I love her. God, I love her. I want to hold her carefully in my grasp, cradling my arms around her, to protect her. I want to gently take those delicate hands into mine, interlock our fingers with promises of never letting go, not even until the end of time. I want to whisper to her my love, whisper how I’ve yearned and prayed to be able to spoil her with quick kisses, warm hugs, and shared moments of joy. I want to give her the key to my heart. I want her to unlock my secrets. I want to be vulnerable with her, and only her. But I can’t. We can’t. Because of my fears. I fear that I will not be able to protect her from those that want to hurt us. Because the world would ridicule our love, crush our hopes, hunt us down. Because I don’t want to subject her to the torment, the harassment, the hate that would rise if we were to show our affection in public. I don’t want her to suffer. I love her. But we can’t. Because girls aren’t allowed to love other girls. |