There is something beautiful in you, an innocence that blinds you to all that is twisted inside me.
Let me guard you from what you can’t see.
There is something beautiful in lies, pleas to perpetuate or to protect, desperate untruths whispered or yelled, out of kindness but more often fear.
There is something beautiful in us, and I wonder at the reverence in your eyes, your hand in mine as sunlight
streams through autumn leaves.
This cannot last.
There is something beautiful in her, a radiance deeper than skin. She hides nothing when she looks your way.
I watch you watching her.
I am wrong to hold you back.
There is something beautiful in the truth, even truth as blunt as a battering ram, the very weight of it
knocking me flat. It crushes the breath from my aching chest.
I must do what is right.
There is something beautiful in me. I won’t turn away as the tears spill down your cheeks, to honor you
in your heartbreak.You do not yet understand.
I see you my love, but I have never let you see me.
In the end, may you recognize the beauty in this terrible thing I have done.