Hold my hand softly,
Or don’t, why would I care?
Silent, I stand,
Whenever love is in the air.
Dust particles float;
Like dandelion seeds– grey
I’ll hide behind a chair.
You don’t understand it;
This feeling is not sojourn,
I have decided my own kismet
Romance to me, seems like a lot.
In the mirror I stare,
Undressed, egregious, and bare
I can’t help but glare.
These parts that I was born with.
If I saw someone else’s–
It would just be a scare!
Why don’t you get it?
Just accept that I’m not like you–
I don’t want to make love.
Your words, only if you knew.
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Author:
Miss Bryant (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem I have written about asexuality, watching those around you talk about what they have in a romantic relationship; when you don't want one at all. They think it's just not your time yet, when in reality you know that you know yourself, and you know that you are under the asexual umbrella; no one else's.
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Awesome write
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