Goldie Locks // #ToAllTheBoysContest

Here Goes Nothing...

Dear Goldie Locks,

          Maybe we were too young. Maybe I was too insecure. I guess it's better we never know now. You taught me closure does not exist. In the process of receiving answers you only find more questions emerging in this swamp of lies you've built your ogre cave in. It wasn't until you that I learned lies are as sweet as honey when placed correctly under your tongue. It wasn't until you that I understood that truth felt like wasp stings, but sometimes this wasp's sting saves us from the cavities we surely would've gotten if we kept feeding from your honey spit. The venom was my antidote, and blast it if the antidote didn't sear my veins like wildfire. But then, blast it if it didn't cleanse my blood at the same time.

          I have never been and will never be the only one to let the waters, purified by my love, run down the stream destined for drought. I am not the only one to send a train of my thoughts down the wrong rails to plunge into an abyss of total and complete nothing. It has happened time and time again to the best of people, to the worst of people, and to the people with time to change their fate. So how then, Goldie Locks, did you strip me of my ability to relate to others. I was alone. For so long, I was alone. The walls of my room an appropriate shade of indigo to match my sullen aura. The friendly rays of sunlight peering through my blinds every morning to offer me the warmth of the sun. I staple my curtains to my wall in declination to their offers.

          You, who fed me the sweetest delight, also rotted my teeth from my skull. But, you who bled your venom into me, who made me writhe in pain, gave me wings of my own. That's how I know good people are capable of awful things. That's how I know you are still a good person. This brought me to the realization that rain may fall on your head, but that doesn't mean the clouds are angry with you. Leaves do not fall from the trees because you've let them down. These things make way for change. Rain falls today for the flowers that bloom tomorrow, rain falls to cure the drought. Winter leaves wither off branches to make room for the vibrancy of spring blossoms. You were my natural phenomenon. Beautiful like the ocean and like a tsunami, you came flooding our city. In time the city of ours you sunk will be better known as Atlantis. The city of unanswered questions. Never to have closure.

          I've finally forgiven you.