Since when did explaining my disorders

Come as easily to me as discussing sexuality?

When did the other names and genders become a

Part of my everyday identity when my friends see me?

When did I get so comfortable with the unknown?

The unusual? The unspoken? Am I considered broken?

Since when did the smile on my face stop being fake?

I love you... Love you... My heart is yours to break

You made me this way. So comfortable and confident

At last. I do not lump myself in with fake people or feel

Like I am losing my mind dissociating in class...

Thank you for holding me and taking my hand

For being my mate, my lover, my man :>

- Cas