Sometimes

Sometimes

We,

Lose the concept of what is real.

Our body loses reality

Our mind its dream

Something else...

Somewhere else...

I don't know what it is.

Lost

Lost

Lost

Twisting

Running

Falling forever

It isn't real

Nothing is

I am nothing to hang on with

- We, me, Andrew

I have a hard time saying no.

I am compelled to accommodate.

Suffering breeds beauty

As pain magnifies pleasure.

Creation flows from destruction's tears

And thus life is born.

We never want it

But are thankful for its touch.

It is the bitter taste of heaven's lips;

The thorn

Of paradise grove.

-I am Andrew-

Myself and I

I am sorry my love

How we cannot be together

Bound as we are

By these verses we have born.

Divided ever

By the width of this mirror.

How my heart would bleed

Were it allowed to cross on over

And there with you entwine again.

What pain I would not endure

Could it but grant me audience with thee.

My darling

My one true love

That all that I could ever long for,

You are everything

The utmost of my need and want.

But for a little while longer must we be parted

Till these eyes close

And there be found

Together

My love and hope.

- Myself and I

Genderfluid

Sometimes I am a boy

And sometimes I am a girl.

It all makes perfect sense in their certain seasons

"This is who I am

And this is who I will be".

But then it slips

And you are switching into something else.

Now you want these things,

This is who you are, were, and will always be.

Other times it's not so severe.

You know you will change again.

You play into the ride, and love it all the way through.

Yet

There have been times

When it is as if someone is trying to kill me,

Like they are trying to steal my life

Replacing it with what they dream.

Today I am in love with her

Today I am in love with him

I change with my gender,

Maybe it doesn't mean the same I?

I'm still here

And it isn't always so bad.

Sometimes I am just amazing

A special creature

Unlike any around.

I can relish it

And I can loath it.

This has always been my life though

And it gives me a certain kind

Of pleasurable pride.

- me, my writing, personal, Andrew

I wish I was a better person