It's Ok.

It's ok that you are
too sorry to care,
too unhappy to love,
to afraid to be-
who you are.

It's ok that you
got freaked out by
my admission of
the transitions
I face going from
female to male.


It's ok that you
sent me a horrible,
disgusting email.
It is obvious why
you sent it.

It's ok if you
still love me,
you never said you didn't
captain obvious.

It's ok,
really it's ok.
I will try and hate you
anyway.