And it is like a thousand needles,
sliding neatly underneath my skin
tearing holes and exposing what
has been left to fester inside
I crumble; I fall away.
I step away;
(his hand is like a knife at my throat)
And I wake in the morning to pick up the pieces,
hang a smile on my face,
stack all books up and lay my head upon them.
An Announcement:
I am very horrendously sad to break this to you, but asexual people are not plants or vegetation of any kind. They may want to be a plant and bask in the sunshine and live 300 years only to be chopped down for wood, but they are not plants, nor potatoes, and they can not reproduce by themselves, no matter what you have learned in Science class.
I am sorry if you are disappointed, and advise you to look up different sexual orientations on the internet so you are not disappointed in the future.
