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The truth in hand:

"Words one thinks about."

By Cryptic EdwardsPublished about 4 hours ago 2 min read
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My darling I wish

I know what I am!

I know it dose not make sence to you

I lay awake at night

Thinking of you..

Feeling that pull again..

As always my dear as always I am...

Forever shall be....

Complex

complicated

You know it.

I know it.

Too long of pushing it to one side.

But I always will be

I can't be what you want me to be!

Because my darling

I'm not straight

I'm not bi

I hate labels as you know that!

But look where we live in!

Society and their labels.

but Pansexual is what I am.

And society dose not leave us with a Choice with labels.

Someone who will always make connections in life.

Someone who will never be with one person

Not even you if you do find your way!

The more I think

The more I know

I accept who I am even when society makes it hard!

Painfully hard!

I cant pretend!

That would be a lie to make!

You will always be my twin flame

The father of my child

The boy I knew at 16

But I can't lie

I can't mask it

I have to own it.

For I am the mother of our child I know.

But I also have my own identity in who I was before him.

Who I still am

Even today!

The only thing is.

The only thing is now I own who I am

I own my mistakes.

I own where I have gone wrong with this.

I wish it could be simple

One person the end kinder story you see on nexflix or prime or even Disney For that matter!

But yet...

But you know more than most we tryed

But connections remain they always will.

I don't want you to feel like you are looking over your shoulder and think now I get her.

These last few months have taught me alot

About when you do make contact again.

Reflection in who I am deep in my soul

I will never belong to one person.

I never will.

I never can.

And I have come to accept that.

But a part of me will always feel you longing that connection so tender so strong.

But that's it never no more.

When the time comes it is he you come for .

Him you focus on.

Our son.

Not us.

Author note- Hi all it's been a while I know, I wrote this one night and felt yes let's put this up. Feeling a bit scared because it is so revealing but the message is clear. I hope on being a pansexual person in society In regardless to me, please be kind with comments 💜

I will be back in the week to post somthing up for Purple day all which if you do not know what it is that is okay, that is a day for epilepsy awarness.💜💜

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About the Creator

Cryptic Edwards

Cryptic Edwards is a writer exploring the hidden depths of human experience through fiction, life writing, poetry, and performance.

Drawing on techniques such as soul writing, dream work, method writing

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