Part I

My story began some time ago
Him holding his heart in my hands
My entire view of everything I loved
Just fell apart right there

Who is he to make me feel this way
To make me question my sexuality
Who is he to make women nothing
To the romantic feelings I feel

I'm not sure what is with these desires
Of hate and fear and love
I'm not sure what emotional love is
Or if my love is false

I long not for body
For shape
For form

But for the acknowledgement
I've never felt
Before

Falling to find myself now lost
In my own mental struggles
But as I finally come to confess
I find him with her in his arms

Footnotes: Dear reader, whom may question my reasoning for releasing this as three separate poems, I must admit... it is because this series has no name, has no completion. It is a series of poems missing fragments, and hence, are so separate, that to include them into one "Set" of poems, would be to say they are... in their entirety. They are not. They are incomplete, missing most of the story to be told, to be left to you, oh reader, whom is... free to use them as inspiration for anything you please, from criticism, to perhaps your own story based of the very barebones plot provided by the incomplete nature of "Parts I, II, and III", the separate entities that can be taken together, or broken apart, and neither way feel anymore complete than they already are.