You pulled me in for one last kiss

that turned into five more kisses.

My heart pounded in my chest

as I held you close for one last moment.

I hold your face in my hands,

soaking in everything about you.

“Don’t miss me too much.”

“No promises.”

“Don’t miss me too much.”

“I already do.”

Then, you pull away,



I missed you.




You all saw a part of me

A part that isn’t well known

A part that is painful, raw, emotional

It’s a story

My story

Woven with rejection and lost

Sprinkled with happiness and satisfaction

Based on a knowledge

Of who I am and want to be

And a lack of knowledge from those closest

A family that doesn’t know

Who can’t know

It isn’t fair

But it’s what it is

That’s just the facts

The harder part comes later

When you see me

Full of contradictions

Not fully known

But fully here

Aware of what I have lost

Aware of what I have gained

Aware of the pain of knowing

You may say courageous, strong, resilient

I may say perseverant

Or I may say nothing

Words don’t do it justice

For I can’t describe it

Except to say

I felt more known today.