I'm sorry
for being what I am.
I'm sorry
to disappoint
your every plan.
I'm sorry
for looking like
what I'm not.
I'm sorry
for being what I
do not understand.
I guess, I'm just sorry
that I am
simply a man.

A man in body
and not in mind,
yet every appearance
glimpses a different sign.
A man that you believe to be
a woman that you'll learn to see,
I can't help but feel confused
to see you so out of breath
trying to make me out
as some kind of man
with a sexual soul,
instead of a mind
so full and whole
with a kind of doubt.

I'm sorry
for being what I am.
I'm sorry
for trying become something else.
I'm sorry
that it is taking so long
to learn how to unify
a singularity
of me.
I'm sorry
for being sorry at all.
I guess, I'm just sorry
that all I am
is a man unwilling
to submit to my
XY demands.

I'm trying to escape
my (wo)manly ways,
and find a balance
between being a man
and just being gay.
I'm driven, all told,
to try and live
with a (wo)man I can hold
and learn from
for ages to come;
before our orbits intertwine
and I stop feeling sorry
for what I've come to be
and begin to see
how we've come to be.