Heartache in my head.
Can't think straight no more.
Tears that should be spilt
Locked, hidden away.
To bear this throbbing heart and all its wounds
Trying to transform this gloom
Into something of a beauty.
Paralyzed to my core.
--- 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...
