I am not my gender
I am not my sexuality
I am not my school
I am not my family
I am not my lover
I am not my ideals
I am not my job
I am not my ordeals
I am not my choices
I am not my contributions
I am not my interests
I am not my illusions
I am nothing in particular
A fluctuating thing
I am done with pondering
The nature of my being
I am here today
Maybe not tomorrow
But I wish to stay
Present and in motion
I oft feel like I’m running out Wading in stagnant waters of doubt I wonder how I’ve survived without The things I can only dream about There is a time to mourn the past But bad things never seem to last It was my mind that held so
guarantee we’ll survive every flow and ebb of tides we don’t control but thrive in spite of silly choices silly people silly fingers through the peephole empty words could never cut we’ve been through worse it’s not for us and so we remain simple unbothered opened
I want to believe someone who writes such beautiful poetry could never hurt me, or desert me. Can I be worthy of such sweetness without suffering? I’ve never really been seen, People rarely get what I mean, But you dissect so effortlessly, A power that enraptures me. I notice
Threaten one more time and I will spill every secret You’re naive to think I’d continue to keep it My lips are as loose as these tiny little screws Consequences of your actions long overdue “Keep your mouth shut or tighten the noose” I’d rather set fire