aromantic
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Otherness
It's something I feel often.
people talk at great lengths, with
such passion of things I do not
understand.
They speak of romance and attraction
like the world will end without it.
I haven't caught you any butterflies because the type you seek don't come for yellow rosesand carry heavy, ruby, cordate wings I could never really desire.
My dear's a deer
what a novel idear
having a deer not a dear
makes me a bit queer
but
what's really quite queer
We sat togetherfingers intertwinedlegs swinging overthe ledge,the edge of abyss(of bliss?)no space between
Where are you?
I have heard about you and I have seen you in stories but I don't know you
As if you were avoiding me like a disease
Someone that you can not grace their presence with
You lead others towards me
Being Demisexual is wanting a relationship but not knowing how to date
Being ace/aro is wanting to experience love but not knowing how
In this heart I have seen
no man.
I have met
no woman.
There has been
no one.
For that
I am grateful,
if not
made less human
therefore.
When I was 8 I wore dresses to school
I wasa bullied and teased for looking nice
For wearing dresses and pink and being girly
When I was 13 I stopped wearing dresses
I cut my hair to my chin and I didn't wear pink
