"THIS ISN'T YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY"
claimed the poster for a movie
about a cisgender heterosexual white Christian couple
falling head over heels for each other
"SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN LOVE"
Well, sometimes neither do I.
But funny enough I've never found a story
that explains
why love is dead
to me.
Tell me the story of the girl
who felt so much pain and
faced so much rejection
that she decided the only way
her existence would matter
would be for it to end entirely.
Tell me how, though millions of
people around the world used
the dust of stars to tattoo
REST IN POWER
across their broken and bleeding hearts,
the two people who should have
cared for her most in the world
had the nerve to disrespect
her and all that she stood for
by engraving her tombstone
with the name of a boy.
Tell me the story of the boy
who fell so deeply in love
with his best friend and
who was in turn loved
unconditionally only
to have his happiness annihilated
and all the hope drained from his eyes
when he returned home to find
the person he cared about most
in the world - now in oblivion -
as shattered on the outside as
he felt on the inside and
DON'T TELL ME
my erasure is
"not a big deal"
when you've always been able
to see a reflection of yourself
up in the lights of the theatre
where all the "normal" lives are played.
DON'T TELL ME
to just "get over" my fears
when you've never lain awake
at night terrified that
anyone you know
could turn on you the moment
they discover what you are.
DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME
that "love is dead" because people
don't fall for each other
like they used to.
They do.
Love
is only dead
because
someone
wants to murder it.
Love
is only dead
because
the people who love
are too.
