The Moon Shines for the Sun

The way that the moon shines for the sun and the sun shines for the moon, is nothing compared to how my heart glows for you. Our story was short lived, as we can never be free from all of our so called "sins" and mistakes that will never be forgiven. The passion that burns in the entirety of my being is put out by the rules of the Lord. For, I am a male and as are you.

We tried to be happy in this sadistic world of ours. Oh we tried to be welcomed with love and affection, we tried too hard. The permanent bond of marriage was never an option for yours truly. As my personal preference offends people, questions swim around in my mind.

Why must my happiness be forbidden? How has humanity become so ignorant? If God is almighty, why hasn't he taught his followers to accept all?

At one point, being outcasted angered me. I had stomped around in protests of the peaceful sort, and of the violent sort. My judgement was clouded by storms of fury. Thunder boomed around my mind, overcoming all senses of reasonable decision making. Everything I did was dedicated to ridding the world of the pest we had come to know as inequality.

As my angry phase died out, a phase of longing began. I want happiness, I need joy in my life. I need you. This part of my life is the part I am still in at this very moment. Although, I won't have to be classified as anything for, much longer.

"All men are created equal." Lies. Every. Single. Word. A new lie is told in that monumental statement. A lie of deception. It leads you to believe that this Earth is a fair place, an equal place. Wrong. The world we live in could not be any more unfair than it is now.

That is why I am writing this letter to you. I am sick of this world. I am sick of this life. I don't want to live as a "disgrace". I don't want to live a life in fear. I don't want to live a life.

The way that the moon shines for the sun and the sun shines for the moon, is nothing compared to how I lived my whole life just for you.

I can't tie the knot with marriage, but the thirteenth knot of a noose is a different story. I thank you for our story. It was a great one.

Eternally yours,

The Outcast