Where have you gone, nightingale?
Did you leave because you knew I would never tell?
Was it because I was still so confused?
There was a moment, brief,
that you and I soaked into one another and your toes curled into mine.
There was a moment,
when I was no longer me, and you no longer you
It was just us
For the first time,
I was in a natural state.
Almost like birth, naked as we came.
There was no pretending, no faking
no need to be the girl that the man desires.
You saw past my skin, through my eyes
the way only a woman can see another woman
But they could never understand that kind of love,
And so we parted ways.
They may not throw stones anymore
but they throw words
Hate is more powerful than any rock.
I was scared and you were ashamed.
Of our natural state.
You turned the corner, right
I walked away, left
And I never saw you again until that picture of your bruised up face hit my inbox
What did they do to you, my sweet nightingale?
They said it was a choice?
Who the hell would choose it.
There was nothing wrong with you
but you left anyway.
Until that day we meet again.