Yeah, sometimes the loneliness gets to me...

[the_vulture]

a romantic asexual

"When are you going to get married?"
asked the unintentionally cruel aunt
like she does every time she visits
too occasionally to explain
the lonely sorrow that is being
a romantic asexual

"When are you going to get married?"
the answer is always an awkward mutter
those who truly know me never ask
it's an unvoiced understanding
they know about, but never speak of
a romantic asexual

"When are you going to get married?"
the words cut a savage reminder
of all the things I'll never have
a wife, kids, the love that comes with them
all lost to me, as no one wants
a romantic asexual

"When are you going to get married?"
a prison sentence pronounced as a question
invisible bars of loneliness between me
and the joy I see everyone else share
half a life of heartache, and half a life to go, as
a romantic asexual

Comments

*hugs*

[ysabetwordsmith]

Very sad poem. Very sad situation.

Re: *hugs*

[the_vulture]

Thank you. Usually, I try to be hopeful, given the increasing awareness of asexuality (and thank you for your efforts in that), but sometimes loneliness gets the better of me.

Re: *hugs*

[ysabetwordsmith]

I feel that it's important to tell all the stories, dark and bright. That gives people a more complete view of things.

I'm glad you appreciate my efforts to raise awareness of asexuality. I've been writing about it all along, just upped the priority when I realized there was a particular need for more of it.