#aroace
A girl sits at a brown desk using her right hand she's meant to use to write in
Neat joined up letters.
The girl next to her and the girl next to her does the same.
Except the first girl uses her pencil to draw
Greyscale Flags and hearts around a fourth
Girl's name.
One Lash. And a Dunce. But what they see as
Punishment she sees as a Crown
A crown to paint Pink, Orange and White.
A gym line up for Boys and Girls.
But a boy with a forced on dress has to stay with the girls.
The girl next to him and the girl next to her are confused about why
The boy uses his voice to protest against
Blue and Pink bibs and separation of genders when he
Is a boy
Two Lashes. And a Dunce. But what they see as
Punishment he sees as a Crown
A crown to paint Blue, White and Pink.
A person sits on a church pew using their hands to clasp together in
Prayer for a partner.
The boy next to them and the girl next to him wish for the same in theory.
Except the person uses their hands to pray against
Ever having a partner and marriage and *** when they
Don't feel in that way.
Three lashes. And a Dunce. But what they see as
Punishment the person sees as a Crown
A crown to paint Blue, White, Yellow and Orange.
Because you see,
A Punishment is never a punishment at all if we combat it with
PRIDE.
15h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
your blurred figure
came to me
holding carnations for me
with a smile
worn raindrops
non-reciprocated dreams
not echoed in this
your face blurs
i don’t understand
i never understood
will i ever believe
one day maybe-
rain broke
your innocent hope
what is actual love
is it real or close
or is it a facade
made up for dreams here
some rainy game
slipping from my hands
through the raindrops
i whisper sorry
and rain eats away
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC
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
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC
At first I was falling,
Stuck in a whorlwind,
Stragiht for the ****** bin.
Twisting, turning,
Tumbling through-
Then I found you.
You held me firm,
And helped me stand.
Now I know me.
Here I am.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC