friend:

you say you don’t understand,

as if that means it can’t be so.

you’re confused by this.

it doesn’t compute with what you knew,

but that is exactly what I experienced.

what I knew to be true

no longer was accurate.

I had to dig in deeper

in order to discover myself.

it took time, processing,

patience you don’t have.

you want things to go back.

you wish you didn’t even know.

you’d rather pretend.

but to ignore this truth

invalidates who I am-

not just the information given,

but my actual being and inner self.

telling me to turn off part of who I am

is completely unacceptable.

your ignorance is showing.

the love you profess to have

is actually hidden behind fear.

you’re hurt I didn’t tell you

before announcing to the world,

but how could I tell you

something so very personal

if you can’t even say it out loud?

you’re not able to acknowledge me,

but you don’t want it to affect things.

I want to understand your thoughts,

but do you really think that me being me

and you not wanting to acknowledge it

wouldn’t have some effect on our friendship?

I love you, even with all your ignorance,

but I cannot, my friend, allow your fear

to hold me back from being authentically me.

being afraid of who I am means 

my bisexuality has already changed things.

your erasure of who I am

has altered our relationship

beyond foreseeable repair.

I’ll miss you, my friend,

but I don’t know how to be your friend

when you can no longer be the kind of friend I need.