"Maybe you haven't found the right person?"
In my mind, I silently scream.
I try to tell myself they don't understand.
They don't understand their being mean.
"Aww don't say that, you'll find your flare!"
But why do I have to?
Why can't I walk this path solitaire?
Their doubts weigh down my pockets like stones
But no matter how hard I try, this asexuality is engraved in my bones.
For years, every "You'll grow out of it" made me question if I was even alive
How can I be so embarrassed about this lack of sex drive?
I lifted two fingers to my neck and felt my pulse's rhythm.
I love a little differently, but this heart still beats like any other human.
My blood runs red.
These are veins, not circuits.
From now on, I'll walk my path proud.
I'll find solace in this solitude.
I'll love a little more loud.
About the Creator
angelica lesly
‘Don’t—don’t go.
Don’t carry it to someone else this time.
Tell me about it if it’s something human.
Let me into your grief. - Robert Frost
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It's sad how some people can't process that romantic love is still possible without lust (and that it's also totally fine and normal for someone to not want that kind of love either, but that's a different conversation). Great poem