ancient-poets

[ancient-poets]

Enough

Enough

What does it mean

to truly be enough

is it giving all you can physically give

until your broken once again

picking up the pieces to a puzzle you didn’t break

putting them back together slowly as if it’s your job

but at least they are happy

is it masking and hiding every part of yourself

the parts that make you , you

hiding every imperfection

every part they dislike

every part that makes them anxious

every part that causes an issue

but at least they are happy

is it putting all their pieces together

getting to the end to realize the puzzle

you worked so hard to build

is now being taken

put to another’s wall

your hard work

gone, you are not needed any longer

but at least they are happy

is it giving everything till your broken and shattered

missing pieces

the pieces the took with them when they ran

you can’t even put yourself back together

not anymore

you took that to put into them

but at least…

at least they are happy…

what does it mean to be enough

truth is

you will never be enough for one person

you will never be enough for yourself

you will never…

be enough

[ancient-poets]

Please love me

I built a mask just for you

complete with all the things you loved

the things that you would love me for

I played your game just so you would stay a bit more

i changed everything of myself

all so you would see me as perfect

I proved to you i was perfect

Love able

Beautiful

with the makeup and perfect hair

the pictures sent

not an imperfection in sight

so that you would stay

just for one more night

So i could feel loved

a rare feeling for me

i’d give up anything

to be loved once again

real or not

i wasn’t myself

but you found more beauty in that

all wrapped up in a pretty little bow

but here i am

alone again

i’m not sure how this happened

one minute it was fine

another your gone

just like the wind

i’m sorry i changed

i couldn’t keep this facade

i’ll change once again

even for a night

ill be pretty again

give all that i must

just to be loved

ill be good

put the facade back on

keep it forever when i crack beneath this mask

please need me

use me as much as you must

leave proof that you took time on me

even if you didn’t love me

imprint you r touch in my skin

brand me when your marks

use me

after all i’m nothing without these marks

get what you need from me

i’d be okay with this

as long as i have these memories

this proof you were here

i love you

i’m yours

i’ll remember that this time

though your not mine

i’ll always be yours

[ancient-poets]

Rules

in an alternate universe

i am safe

protected by these rules we have set in place

rules to keep us from harm in this world

rules that shouldn’t be twisted or torn

rules that no longer exist…

[ancient-poets]

different

different

meaning not the same as another or each other

unlike in nature, form, or quality.

distinct,

separate

alone.

the different child sits along at lunch as they don’t fit in

not with anyone

hiding their tears behind the trashy apple sauce and cold chicken nuggets

why?

is it because they can’t quite grasp the understanding of words?

is it because their brain interprets things differently?

is it because they can’t tell your intent behind your words?

is it because they are different?

different people are people too.

a man sits at his desk ready for work.

he is not like you.

his words don’t form as yours do

his body language does not work as yours does

his body is different

does this make him sick?

you act as if different people are contagious. as if they will infect you with their differences.

as if they cause harm.

what if i was different?

would you treat me how you treated them?

would you still love me unconditionally?

or is this an act?

would you change the world for me?

would you accept me as different?..

[ancient-poets]

Love

Love is comforting , safe , having a bestfriend

Love is how the raindrops look falling down the windows on a spring day.

Watching them twist and turn together till the end.

never leaving each others sides.

Having other drops come and go throughout the journey.

Having moments where you may drift apart but always be near

Never being to sure of what may happen

Love is hard

Love is watching the wing whip the lead back and forth while riding down the highway

Love is waiting for the panic to end

Love is waiting for the storm to end

Love is scary, unknown, but beautiful

[ancient-poets]

Differently Trans

i’m trans.

but in a different way.

in the way of i use many pronouns

in the way of i am not a guy

in the way i am not a girl

in the way i am all

in the way i love my body

in the way i hate my body too

in the way i hate to be perceived

in the way no one will understand

in the way you can say “hey girl”

but if you call me a girl i may cry

in the way no label seems right

in the way that it changes all the time

in the way i’m scared of what may be said to me

in the way im scared of how people perceive me

in the way i hear people whisper about me as i walk by

in the way ill never have rights

in the way im not a guy or girl or anything

Im trans…

in the way you will never understand

understand the fear

understand the struggle

understand the overwhelming feelings

understand me

I am trans. But not how you may think I am.