you meet a person or

people who

strike your heart

like a hammer to a bell.

it hurts when they

don't return the feeling.

they become the reason

for the cracks

in your bell.

i met a perfect girl


she made my heart

absolutely sing

but she was in love

with a boy


my bell cracked 

and i think you fixed it.

you understand

my lack of gender.

you understand

the reason for

my scabs and scars and swoopy hair.

i hope we can

become something real

and i'll try my hardest

to fix your bell.

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