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@cynicalsiren444
Tonight I will rest
With my heart in my head
And my head in my chest
Iāll reunite the lovers within me
In hopes to rekindle logic with longing
Seeking balance I ask divine to shed light
So that I may be free
So I may know peace.
The more I love
The more I hurt
Since pride month ended Iāve been thinking a lot about how I came to identify the way that I do.
It took a long long time to accept that I do not have it in me to want spicy interactions with people. Even longer to stop doing it anyways.
I came to the internet to feel affirmed in what I already knew and found ā¦ nothing.
I see lots of representation for aromantic+asexual but I truly deeply love womenā¦
Iām a hopeless sapphic romantic but there is no drive to touch or be touched in
that wayā¦
I wonder who else is like me. Forcing themselves into things to earn love they need but then realizing maybeā¦it isnāt worth itā¦and then back in the loop again.
If my world were perfect
I would be braiding her hair
Before I was allowed to sit near
Iād stare up at her skin that shows years of joy
Iād gaze into her eyes that hold so much life
Iād listen and sigh and drink up every piece of her she is willing to share
Because adoration doesnāt have to mean touch
And obsession doesnāt always have to end in lust.
You are nothing
I am everything
A flourish of feeling
A continuous moment of inspiration
I bloom and I die in cycles unable to be charted
You are stone.
Scratches from the past can be found on every side of you
But no inspiration has chiseled away the sharp spines on your side
Brambles grow around you
Are they protection or deflection?
Is there anything that can be found
In something without life?
Iāll drink to drown myself
Take away the pain
Erase the regrets
Iām an adult
I have control
Everything fine
If you donāt see through my eyes
Iāll sacrifice my everything for you
Carve my tummy open and spill myself out to you
Iāll create and procreate
Iāll sing and Iāll cry
Just for you to say
That I was worth your time.
Slithering out of the leaves
My own decay left behind me
But if itās all make believe
If my belief means nothing
Then where is hope?
I want to carve me out of me
Take a blade and excise every part of me
That isnāt to your exact liking
Iāll tear myself apart
And punish us both
The transgressions I have been the victim of all live within me
Scars and gaping wounds
They all bleed when you choose to speak
If I could only learn
To pick up a needle
See them all closed
Maybe weād be okay
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
When I drown for you
You call me selfish
When I open my flesh for you
You call me toxic
I could bend and twist
Be the circus and monkey
The dancer or the fool
Youād always find a way to
To borrow your hate
Inside my cracking
Gaping chest
What you call cruelty
I call love
I want back the life that they stole from me
The one that couldāve been
Before the chain link fences
And the walls that hum
Cameras watching
Grown men scoffing
And that fucking
Tik
Tik
Tik
Of a clock behind plexiglass
