I remember, some time before we first went out
you told me to look up a poem by Li Young Lee
and it was the most romantic and erotic poem I had ever read
and I thought to myself,
“I can’t be that. I can’t do that. That isn’t me.”
But we went out anyway
and I couldn’t be that, couldn’t do that, it wasn’t me
big surprise: I didn’t really want romance
but romance was the closest approximation I could find for what I did want:
a mutual favorite person
a partner for life
I’m sorry I couldn’t like you like that
I’m sorry I disappointed you
I’m sorry we never went to shakespeare in the park
or had a picnic in the woods
I’m sorry I thought to myself after two months together
“Nah, I don’t want to make this weird and romantic”
an original poem for aro-spec awareness week, 2017
Merc work is full of unsavory, morally questionable crap. However, we’ve seen some guys go to heaven upon death.
Despite any sins they may have committed, they’ve been welcomed to the good beyond. Now, Medic has surgically affixed the other eight souls of his teammates to his own.
What I’m saying is: essentially, Medic has, in taking their souls, absolved them of sin and assured them a peaceful afterlife. And if that ain’t the sweetest, most selfless shit you’ve ever seen, I dunno what is.