The pain I receive
From your cruel hands
Warms me
The battle of wit
That I get from your head
Entices me
The safety you give me
With your strong arms
Comfort me
It's all so confusing
Not one
Not two
But three
Whom I feel for
Why has it come to this?
Tearing me apart
and making me choose
Even when my choice
Can deem me unfit
How is it to be like this?
Where there's one of me
Who wants to taste you all
But knows it is wrong
For me to do so
And is left to make the decision alone
One would leap
Two might decline with a smile
And worst of all is number three
Who might just give blunt denial
The choice may seem easy
But it still is hard,
For a person like me to make
I guess I now see
what it is to be me
Doomed to be indecisive
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A Mental Trip
PoetryThe poems of a depressed nonbinary POC throughout high school, into college, and through first loves and toxic relationships. Hopefully, this shows people that they are not alone in their pain and that there can be something better on the other si...
