
33 (she/her, they/them, y'all) transgenderfluid, polyamorous, demi-pansexual, free roaming entity who likes all the things. poetry is my passion, life my field of study.
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Dying
Dying
Piece
By piece
A little more each day
Fraying
Unraveling
Into space
A phantom
A shade
A fading
Light
- we, Me, Andrew forever
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More Posts from Anannas-garden
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
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
Why is the heart
Such a fucked up place?
Are we ever really in control?
I can run away,
Put miles between us,
Disappear for a while,
But when I catch sight of you
I am confounded by something deeper than before.
More than that body,
More than that smile,
But for that closeness of souls
With which we first came to be.
I am still hopelessly bound
But it isn't the same.
I have found new depths to love.
Why can't there be a place for us all.
- Me, Andrew