This body I've been placed in
sometimes feels like I'm living in sin.
There is no immediate relief -
please give me an antidote to this grief.

I tried calling out to you,
anchoring my words to
your steadfastness.
But you never answered.
[I didn't realize I was underwater.]

That poem that illustrates my heart and that I conveniently lose and cannot pen again...

I've learned so much, already, in loving you.

And I'm slowly realizing it's fear that's holding me back from choosing, for what if I decide and it's not the correct path? Do such things exist as right or wrong choices?

These are challenging times, but these are the times when your voice is the most valuable. And you, love, should not hold it in.

Sometimes I take the easy way out, give up in little ways, but I always regret it. I want to start building up small victories, even if they only last a day.

How can I start acting true to myself when I don't recognize the girl I once was?

You're like the part of my life I know I can't fully live.

I can't stay away any longer... I can't hurt myself another day by not seeing you.