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A fawn feels
His breath on her neck

The headlights flash

Her legs are thin
Shivering in the breeze
He holds them tight
Wish he would let go

Her back is soft
Covered in white spots
He caresses it
Wish he would stop it

The dark oaks
Silent giants
Rise high above her head
Watching, never saving

The headlights flash

She should escape
Before it escalates
But if she runs
He might shoot

Is the gun to her head,
or his?

The headlights flash
Waiting for her to do something
Anything at this point.

~
To all the deer who were backed into a corner, unable to speak up
And sometimes we'll go to 7 Eleven
Get slushies &
Stay up late

But sometimes it's just
You and I
And the balcony railing
And the endless sky

When I think of you
I feel warm
Not bonfire-raging-hot
But hearth and fireplace

The conversations we spared
In the school hallway
Or in line for lunch
Or passing by on our way home
I left happier

If only I knew
Really knew
How to write poetry
To do this feeling justice

Warm but not hot
Comfortable and
Home
But something I'm afraid to call Love

It's the feeling I get when
I'm with my mom
Or my sister
And I'm scared you don't feel it back

I wish I knew why
I see you as family-like
Not that you're a bad friend,
Of course, but
Am I really that clingy?

Or is this just good friendship
And I'm just really stupid
But I knew that already
Anonymous Apr 9
I want to love you like how I'm meant to love you
The truth is I know that love will never be true

I want to love you but it will never be real
The love we both want is not how I feel

The love I have is different from yours
Mine is restricting making me want to explode out of my pores

Maybe if I wasn't born this way then I could love you how I want to
Maybe if I was born the right way I could love you how I'm meant to
struggling with being aro-ace. As much as i feel that i love somebody I feel like I don't love them in a way i can be with them even if i want to.
Ace Nov 2024
"I love you" I want to say.
And if you love me too,
I would give you the world

I would kiss you and cuddle,
lay on the sofa and watch movies.

But you want more,
you want to lay in the bed,
do things that I can't do.

And I want to say "I love you",
but I know deep in my heart,
you could never love me too
Moon Wright Nov 2021
I really thought
I had it all figured out

Asexuality was the perfect
description of me

I didn't look at someone
and was sexually attracted
to them

Everything was perfect

Then, I started to notice
how women are hot
and men are attractive

Now, I know I'm not straight
I never was
but this was new for me

The possibility
of me not being straight
but not being asexual
was real now

But I think I have it
figured out

I am still asexual
but I am demipanromantic

I have to know the person
extremely well and have
a connection with them
but gender doesn't matter
for me when it comes
to a love relationship

Sexuality is a fragile thing
always subjected to change
but when it does
DON'T FREAK OUT

Things will work themselves out
and if there isn't a label for you
you can always make one
My struggle with self-identity once more
Arlen Jan 2022
They tell me I'm missing out
That I should find a person to be my home
But I am not lacking
I am whole
All on my own
🖤🤍♡💜
SophiaAtlas May 2021
Straight Boys: Why are all the hot girls lesbian?
Lesbians: Why are all the hot girls straight?
Straight Girls: Why are all the hot guys gay?
Gay Guys: Why are all the hot guys straight?
Bisexuals: WHY ARE ALL THE HOT PEOPLE TAKEN?
Pansexuals: Everyone is hot. What do i do?
Asexuals: What.
I'm pansexual and this is honestly how I feel.
Juno Apr 2021
These poems I write, they’re my escape,
though from what I do not know.
My troubles seem to evaporate
the moment I let them show.

I write about love, which is ironic
because I’ve never had a lover.
I used to think maybe I was sick;
for I’ve never longed for one either.

I write about death when I’m feeling down
so I can cry to something new,
but thinking to when I lost real tears,
maybe they weren’t mine to lose.

Even now as I write this down
- my headphones on but paused -
I wonder where my motives are bound,
for I always feel like a fraud.
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