Never enough

A living dichotomy

of tumultuous tranquility.

Masculine femininity

trying to balance

internal fluidity

with external identity.

Timid passion

tearing, ripping.

Gentle fury

sewing, stitching

me back together

only to be torn apart

again and again.

And again.

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