She's Confused About Her Gender Poem by Chelsea Blick

Though loved dearly by me
It isn’t willingly, sadly
There is no intimacy, we are
What do you call it?
Unrelated sisters,
I call you my friend
you call me your fiend
You do the worse,
Eat and run, sleep then leave
Worse then a man, a one night stand.
You leave me hanging every time,
I should’ve known better
I’ve gotten lazy, and like my legs
I should learn to close my heart
Too venerable, you’re my rock
Well rocks can be a little too tough
Your so damn strong, and I am weak
Do you see a fool when you look at me?
If you don’t then please tell,
Why is it that when tears come,
you leave?