Recently discovered
the colours to paint my soul with --
my grey, my purple, my black, my white.
Even as a Demisexual, I feel broken inside.
A malfunctioning toy.
I haven't felt like myself since you've been gone.
Tethered to you, it started withering away
When the page turned to the third month of yesteryear.
My sexuality should be something I should embrace for myself; enjoy for myself.
But I can't even do that... not even for myself...
Because it's you who has the key to my home,
Despite what's on the other side of the door:
A shattered soul.
Even though these shards have cut away
That which once kept you tethered to me.
This golden string is strong to die.
Glowing bright in the night sky.
But my bed is cold and
my heart is empty.
I no longer feel the divine energy within me.
Like a flowering lotus cut off too soon.
What I am now...
Is Empty.
Is just this bottomless pit of nothing-ness.
--- Ink and Wander
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Compass - fourth collection of poetry
PoetryThis is my fourth collection of poetry. There's some small mentions of #Demisexuality throughout this collection, and sprinkled in some of my others. Hopefully some people who identify as Demi-ace can relate to this, in some way or another. I tend...
