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Aug 2016
Bring me peace, bring me closure
I'm tired of feeling territorial
Nothing belongs to me, nothing and no one
We are free spirits in a society which urges us to own
You are not mine, love
I'm still learning to be okay with that
I'm not sure if I'll ever adjust to being alone
Or if I'll ever conquer my fear of not being Enough
But I'd rather live with the weight and anxiety
Than try to tie down beauty
Art was never meant to live within restrictions
And you were never meant to be choreographed
So I will learn to to live with your eyes on other horizons
I just hope that you still see me in the stars
confusing feelings: being polyamorous but still being easily jealous???

In my defense I have a strong preference for polyfidelity.
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
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     wren cole and K-mari AJani Jones
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