Not A Phase
You tell me “It’s just a phase.”
As if you are the one
Who feels the ache in my chest;
As if it’s you who wants to tear
And pull
And scratch the skin
Around my bones,
Peeling layer
On layer
On layer
Of misplaced flesh and tissue.
As if you are the one
Who feels the ache in my chest;
As if it’s you who wants to tear
And pull
And scratch the skin
Around my bones,
Peeling layer
On layer
On layer
Of misplaced flesh and tissue.
I tell you “This is not a phase.”
When I hear “Girl” called,
It is not me,
For I am only her to you,
To them,
To everybody else.
You see feminine features
Paired with my genderless mind
And think “What a waste”,
But… It’s only a waste
If I don’t take what I have
And build myself from the pieces.
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Sad introspective poem.
Thank you for allowing us to read your truth all month.
You, my dear, could never be a waste. <3 You don't have to pull and scratch to peel the layers, but I know you will always keep on digging into the soul of who you are and building yourself from the pieces.