“the place where we didn’t exist” written and illustrated by Kit P we fell in love in the place where we didn’t belong: where you never smiled, and my hair was too long. every touch was defiance; every act caused a fuss, and we knew that the stories weren’t written for us. we fell in love in the place where we couldn’t be seen, and the town laid a curse; we were only sixteen, but we minded the dragons and fought with the sword, and we hoped for a future we couldn’t look toward. climbing bleachers like towers, aware of the looks, and they’d laugh in our faces and knock down our books; we’d lacked our grand title, our name and our crown, but we fought, tooth and nail; we were going to get out. we fell in love in the place that wanted us dead, where we couldn’t be loved and it couldn’t be said; but we said it, we did, and we shook with the sound: too young to be careful, too brave to lie down. we fell in love in the place where we didn’t exist: where we fell through the cracks, disappeared in the mist, but we loved and we fought, and used love to resist, and i felt revolution every time that we kissed. there wasn’t an enemy we could see with the eye; we couldn’t count the monsters, as hard as we tried, and no one sang our praises, or penned our ever-after — but maybe we’re more than a storybook chapter. we made our own story; we wrote our own words. we fought for the future we couldn’t look towards. and we based it on impulse, on faith and on trust, fell in love in a story not written for us.
26 | OutWrite, 2018
