Tell myself I'm fine.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Yes, I am. This is right. This is how it should be. The pieces don't make sense together. Can't force them together.
But still...
E v e r y d a y, I wake up with this hole in my heart, where that special somebody used to be. Then anxiety seeps in.
Oh, sweet death cradling me.
--- 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...
