Aromantic
Dear Romance,
People are talking about us.
They ask why I don't like you.
But really,
it's not you, it's me.
I tried to embrace you, Romance,
I really did,
but I can't even hug you
without wanting to run away!
And a kiss?
There's no way.
I really appreciate your effort
for all of those seventeen years.
But I think it's time to say...
I think I'm aromantic.
And I finally realized
that it's okay.
This poem is about:
Me