A blemish on my skin
Purple and blue,
Yet I haven't learned anything new.
Why must I keep pushing on the bruise?
Why must I always have to light my fuse?
Light a fire so hot,
Remind me of what I'm not.
A grip so tight,
My knuckles turn white.
I grip the blade of the knife,
To avoid endlessly falling for the rest of my life.
Just let it go.
I really wish I could,
If I could, maybe I would.
Or maybe I'd grip the knife tighter
I'm not a lover, but a fighter.
But why am I this way?
Why can't I wish it away?
Is it my aromanticism,
Or am I full of criticism?
If only I could be anyone but me,
Yet I still wouldn't be free.
Trapped to be myself,
Trapped to be anyone else.
Trapped to be me.
Trapped to be a stranger.
No matter what,
I'll always push on the bruise.
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Just a little poem I wrote bc like why do I keep pushing on the bruise?
Why can't I just let things go?
Whenever I see a video of someone saying they are sad when platonic relationships get romanticized, without fail there's a comment that says "non issue" or something along those lines. Or "just move on bro" and I wish I could. I wish I had that mindset. Even an a-spec person said that on a video. Like why can't I be an aroace that at least enjoys romance in fiction? Why do I have to care so much?
People say "non issue" or "move on/let it go" like it's easy and it's without a doubt easy for them. Why can't it be like that for me?
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RandomJust an aro ace girl with a lot of emotions. Too many emotions apparently because this is the second one I had to make, the first ones full lol. I write short stories and poems, Rants, Talk about aroace coded songs or really anything, movies, shows...
