I want to be kissed the same way I once craved adventure;
A little girl, dreaming of climbing mountains, of quests just like the ones in her books.

The same girl dreams now of the gentleness of soft hands cradeling my face, of stars in my eyes and giggles in the night.

I want to be kissed the same way I once craved adventure;
In theory.

I want not the cuts and bruises from the stones, the unbearable sun beating down at me as I climb higher and higher.

I want not the relationship, strange lips meeting mine.
I don't want to see a face all too close, to know its details or hear its name.

I don't want to be kissed.
I want the fantasy of romance, the love of the story, the soft gestures of imagination.

If I am but a character of my own creation,
then I don't want the story to come true.

I'm risking so much
by touching
you.
But when our
lips meet
I don't fear
death anymore.

I'm Aromantic
thats okay
I can never
And will never
Fall in love

My partner is not
He loves-
He loves me
He can fall
And has
Fallen

But i cannot replicate
What he feels--
I try to give him affection
But it makes me feel sick
I really am trying
But i just cant do it
I can never
And will never

I can never love him
And he knows this
Yet he loves me anyways
I will never love him
Yet he cares not--
I try to appease his romantic needs
But i guess its harder than i thought

When you can never
And will never
Fall in love

Your love like coltsfoot
is fraying at its edges
with golden intent.

We run from the downpour
to the safety of the car
a warm glow of paper cups
steam rising from their mouths
now silenced by water

I say,
“I hope he likes his hot chocolate
with a shot of rain"

You respond with a laugh;
Small and fleeting
and sincere.