I know I'm supposed to, and I try very hard to, everyday.
But how am I supposed to move on after having known you?
No one chooses to go back to
black and white, after having seen the world in colour.
Where am I supposed to find another who shines so bright?
The answer should be to look within.
And I'm trying....
But I'm tired...
And I've ran out of answers; ran out of clues.
Took your name to an ear the other day.
Called you "Oxford kind of smart".
Where am I supposed to find another like that?
It was always your mind I wandered through.
It was art, woven with words.
It was a museum.
An exquisite exhibition.
It was intriguing - of a different kind.
How do I go back to black and white?
Perhaps it's why it all feels so dull now.
Been through 12 pages in the calendar.
I've taken black, I've taken white. I can't seem to make up the colours that were you. And now all I'm left with is this grey.
You made a vow which I cannot let go of.
Everyday it whispers it's mockery in my ear.
You were right. You were right. You were right:
You have successfully ruined everyone else for me...
And while you're cradled in the warm embrace of another, I cling onto my cold pillows.
Hiding from the world my suffocated cries.
Until sleep washes over me...
This nightly ritual.
--- 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...
