A Warning and a Promise

"Like we’re so picky!

We’re not picky at all.

We’re just scared, and you know it."

I am a special character.

A special case.

I am too loving.

I’m too sharing.

For all intents and purposes I am a freak.

I am a freak because unlike the only majority

On this planet, I don’t hold back.

When I care, I care. To put fear into that process

Would be like putting salty fish in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I cannot do something beautiful and simple such a disservice.

I cannot subscribe to the unnatural.

No matter how many people line up behind it before me.

Mine is simply full

Of peanut and jelly and butter and love.

I do not have many friends on facebook

Because I am acutely aware of this.

If I see something I like I’m going to “like” it.

If you do something I love I’m going to say it.

And if you tell a lie, about yourself or the world

I’m going to remind you of the truth

as nicely as I can. But it wont always be "nice."

You cannot live as long as I have and be

as unwaveringly me as I am and not know this.

Not know what other people see.

What other people think

Of all your unbound feelings and beliefs.

What other people blindly put in their PB and Js.

How they seem to eat and swallow it like that is the way it has to be.

Like they have to hold back their truth and emotions by the collar.

Like they can never unfurl their desire to be loved and understood.

Like they have to fight it and never let go of the leash

Until it is choking, until it is strangled, until it is dead.