their perspective

For a poet, I don’t know how to express

So many things. I know that I am loved

And that people want to cocoon me

But I am surprised to see peoples eyes

Getting wet when they see me

the surest way to know that I am loved and known

Is seeing them try hard not to mother

Me, a person who is so repulsed by mothering

And to see them try to stay away

And be careful not to ask what they can give me

He says, this whole thing has been really hard for me

And I comfort him. I say come on, buddy, I’ll be ok

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