Tiptoeing between the parameters of love and sex
Questioning what the difference is
When all along the World's engraved it into our heads that it's one and the same;
And yet -- sex somehow exists without love, so why not love without sex?
Of course it exists.
It always has.
They've just been burying the truth from us.
Hiding it from plain sight.
When we have a lock and key
Finding the right fit seems ever so difficult a task.
It feels as though it's easier for everyone else.
None quite fit the door to my soul.
This emotional bond can be so hard to forge.
See -- I find I might be loved by some however it's never quite enough for me.
Sometimes the perfect touches mean so little, when it's the emotional bond I crave the most; the sensuality of existence and existing together.
The intellectual stimulation that brings me to life.
I think, finding the right key is so difficult
When the world has always been so black and white to me
Do I want them or do I merely think they look like a work of art?
Is it a real desire or do I simply want to be held?
They never teach us this kind of stuff in school, you see.
Now we're left stumbling about trying to find our feet.
At least now I know a little more about me;
The feeling of loneliness and brokenness doesn't feel so tragically deep
When I've come to terms with who I might be;
Hookup culture just isn't for me.
Normality isn't simply one thing and one thing only -
One box to fit into.
Conformity has always stifled me.
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
Poetry💜🤍🖤 Playing with floating feathers is what I do now. This is small book of miscellaneous/random poetry and prose written with the lens of a demisexual person; writing about love and relationships and overall approach. 🖤🤍💜🏳️🌈 For more poetry...
