By: Jess
I’m detached from this conversation-
a median strip placed within your statements.
Standing between your smoothly paved words does nothing for me.
Pull me closer to the pavement.
Life is not always about doing what is safest.
We need to risk talking about the scars beneath the bracelets.
I need this space to talk about the pain beneath my gayness.
I understand your faith may sway your ability to hear me when I say this…
You see, the thing that is bothering me is how you are so casually talking to me.
Sure, pour me another glass of wine.
Dine me until your comfort expenses mine.
Let’s talk about all of the things that are small and innocent.
God forbid, we address this towering elephant.
It’s hooves miming walls within our relationship.
It seems your silence is doing the most.
I read, “…it’s hard to hate up close…”.
I see, the same concept applies to fear.
I ask, instead of mentally pushing out my “sin”,
allow your empathy to pull me near.