#aroace feels
Love
Love
Love love love
Sticky stuff poetry’s made of
Shines like syrup in the bottle
Burns like acid, twists and mottles
Curls like ribbon, sweet and charming
Leaves a hollow pit, alarming
Surely this can’t be the stuff
That makes your guts marshmallow fluff
Consider, hollow, haunted, aching,
Certainly they’re not all faking
So what makes you the odd one out?
Disbelief becomes self doubt
Becomes a horror neverending
Destined for a bitter ending–
Maybe something here is broken
A thing that should remain unspoken
Lest they understand what’s missing
And abandon you for touching, kissing–
For partners, bedrooms, dates and marriage
How cruel of you to itch, disparage–
When it’s your turn, you’ll understand,
The promise makes you just feel damned
To be alone, alone, alone,
A fate like death to be bemoaned–
How could you forsake hope like this?
Love is fate, is home, is bliss
Is something you’re allergic to
Something you lack the point of view
To comprehend, to touch, to know,
This fourth-dimension puppet show
You grasp at frames one at a time
They slip away, like jello, slime,
A puzzle missing half the pieces,
Concept as grippable as grease is.
Big picture insight keeps evading
While friends and foes are serenading
You’re doing calculus to appear
Like someday too you’ll be held dear
But ever aching, chilling, howling
The truth is always watching, prowling
The chest hole where your heart should be
It never seems to hear your plea.
Perhaps it isn’t what it seems–
Blow that dream to smithereens
And comb the ashes for some insight
A different game, with effort, still might
Give you something to make sense of
Perspective helps drop pretense of
Love, love, love, love, oh love love love:
End all be all, below, above–
Romance might be for them, but you
Have a life to live for too.
It might take some renovation,
Letting go of a fixation–
The world gave you a gift at birth
Set the orbit of your self worth–
Sweet satellite, my moon, my stars,
The world is theirs as much as ours
For love of flavors vast and varied
And things beyond the hope you carried.
The end is not a bed, a ring,
A galaxy so vast it sings
Awaits your heart, and soul, and feet.
This feast will take a life to eat–
My un-damned creature, your echo
Expects you, and if you let go
You’ll find there’s more than survival.
Go! We expect your arrival.
You do not have to be the same
To live a life without that shame.
It may take time to understand,
But i know you can withstand
A world not built for those like you.
You will find you are not alone,
The shackles shed, the seeds all sown,
Love, love love, love love love love, it
Isn’t fate. Romance can shove it.
Are they, yknow, banded amethyst?
