Semper Fi

Soldiering the truth one bullet at a time. Camouflage is what you make of it. What shall I resemble now? In the steadfast. In the clutch of the appropriate. What worms remain on the hook. Not as bait anymore. Just remnants of the lure.

I whispered purposely so he couldn't hear. Telling him everything I needed to say without ever having to see him know it.

Would you ask the bird not to fly? Would you ask the artist not to paint? So how then could you ever ask that I change?

What was it that you thought you loved that now you find you cannot see? I know I'm the same. So it must be you who is different. Or fickle. Or a liar. Maybe both.

You tell me I should be happy, but you give me no reasons. You're thankful just to be alive, but I say you're wrong. As afraid to die as I am to live.

Chasing the bottom word by word. Until all those images are text. And I can control my voice again. Everything that happened between us is mine.

Not yours at all.

Because I lied to no one.

And I do understand exactly why what once you wanted so much now you find so repulsive.

Because it's not right that we have to choose between love and happiness.

But everyone does.