I found a journal entry today that was all about you
I wanted to tear out the old pages
and crumple them up
toss away the evidence of my hopeless love
like the garbage it turned out to be
but I left the entries
as a reminder
that I’ve always known love
bigger than those who I share it with
that love is not synonymous with happiness
or good or light or holy
that words are the first weapons
thrust into our hands almost from birth
and they can become sniper rifle or poison
depending on which words we arm ourselves with today
I unlearned blind trust by your hands
my eyes bloodshot but functional
you taught me that too
how to be functional
even when it stings
journal entry [poem]
Larissa Lee 