Tuesday, January 27, 2009

hurt. heal.

i'm supposed to write a letter to you. you will not read it. it would hurt you. or not.

you will never know the sweetness, nor the misery, and that i missed you for so long, and how, one day, i stopped.

you will never ever find out what happened when i was 6. and you will never know how I blame you for every. single. bad. thing that happened thereafter.

and how i have hated you and hated loving you.

you will never know how many times i have lied...over and over and over and over and over...about you. i kept your secret.

you will never know how i labor with the words...you will never read.photo from A Relationship Left for Dead on the Lower East Side--on view through Feb. 21. This and other works chronicle a gay couple's relationship over a number of years through photos from their picture album--the album was found, abandoned on a street in the LES.


washwords said...

wow. this is pretty moving. thanks for sharing.

rashad said...

this is good. and for some reason it reminds me of the Sade song, "Haunt Me"

Chubbs said...

washwords, thanks for stopping by.

rashad, a comparison to sade? **blushes**