perfect
occasionally
you meet a person or
people who
strike your heart
like a hammer to a bell.
it hurts when they
don't return the feeling.
they become the reason
for the cracks
in your bell.
i met a perfect girl
once
she made my heart
absolutely sing
but she was in love
with a boy
so
my bell cracked
and i think you fixed it.
you understand
my lack of gender.
you understand
the reason for
my scabs and scars and swoopy hair.
i hope we can
become something real
and i'll try my hardest
to fix your bell.
This poem is about:
Me