post valentines
Yesterday was the commercial holiday of love. I dressed up but showed no one by outfit, its hard to feel beautiful when you’re eyes are full of tears. But I wasn’t crying over lost love, or being lonely. My tears were over a friend, we may not know each other very well since we only started hanging out a little less than a month. It was the first Leo i couldn’t see shine before. This sun confused me, i couldn’t find the warmth in him that i found in every other one i’ve encountered.
When i look into his eyes i see a lot of pain, and hurt. Not the same i know so well. Its in my blood to take care of others, most of the time over myself. So seeing this hurt lion, i tried to mend the wound that i saw. But now i know what it is to be in the shoes of all the men i loved before. They saw me sad, in tears and with that tried their hardest to fix a cut so deep most doctors keep at an arms length. Instead they received more pain, and from that i dwelled deeper.
The vortex of sadness. Of fear and dispare. I could use a million different names for it, but well all know what I speak of.
I see my friend in there, and when i hold his hand i try and move what love stored inside me through a simple touch into him. I hope he knows I care. I hope he knows we care, and theres a million people out there that dont even know him that do… They’ve seen his art work, and heard him speak.
