"Floating In Goldy's Galaxy"

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Floating in the galaxy "Goldy" made me
Sculpted by hand, it was my first and best birthday gift
They gave me love and kindness
A chance to try again, be the kid I was supposed to be

They used to always ask me,
"You know you're a kid right?"
And I used to get offended
I never could understand it

They mentored me, took me under their wing
Helped me come to terms with my identity
They are the only reason I came out,
As a trans male named Gray in the first place

They gave me the hope I needed
to live through Christmas,
when everything went to shit
When I came out as bi and almost lost my eye

They were the first one I told,
They held me and said it'd be alright
And I believed them cause at the time
That's what I needed most

When my universe came to a halt
And my boundaries were violated again
They were the first one I told,
And I wish I never did

They held me and said they'd be there for me through it all
They told me, once again, that it'd be alright
And I believed them cause at the time
That's what I needed most

But one email gripped with frigid robotic words from Goldy
And everything shifted
Suddenly they weren't there for me
Suddenly I was isolated from the world

And soon everyone walked away from me
Said I had been lying, when I myself knew the truth
All I could think about is if Goldy thought I lied or not
If they hated me or not

I was so scared, so lost, I started to obsess over the situation
How I should've handled it, what happened, the events leading up to that moment
I was broken, stuck in that one week
I couldn't move on, for months it was all I could think about

Obsession, therapists called it
Addictive, is what Goldy was
Like a crackpot I went through withdrawal
I clung to my sanity best I could, but that sanity didn't exist anymore

I'd gone crazy
Tipped over the edge of no return
Falling deeper and deeper into my madness like it was an illness
I lost hope completely

I found it eventually
I managed to stop thinking about them as much
But a part of my heart was left empty
And I still wake in cold sweats at night

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