I've always looked up to my mom, so much...

Yesterday my friend (who doesn't know of my struggles with dysphoria) asked me, "Why are you walking like a boy?" I was a bit taken aback, and really complemented at the same time. Because I really wasn't trying to, I just naturally came o…

When I'm with you, I stay true to myself. With you... I feel right. When your hand is squeezing mine, I can find the sun in the night. I could write a thousand poems, And spend the rest of my life thinking about you, Because you are my hom…

This love is something intangible: As the threads of the universe It is sensed without senses. To love from the deepest crevice... My strongest weakness, My darkest secret. The feeling's convoluted-- A fear that's rooted In chastise and ex…