I once dated a guy.
I was hopelessly in love,
But he never really was there
When push came to shove.
I tried to play it safe and calm.
I tried to play it cool.
But every time he'd look at me
My feelings would over rule.
I crawled back feeling broke .
Lost after abuse.
He took me back and played me.
Like a toy, I was used.
Finally I said enough.
I held my head up high.
"I think I should start flashing,
Around some aro pride!"
As time went on I discovered
Something that broke my heart.
He cheated on all those girls.
And apparently; I was the start.
But ignoring some stuff in the past;
I'm as happy as can be!
Alone, but not forgotten.
Just little
Aro
Me.
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How NOT To Date A Guy...
PoetryAs my username suggests; I'm aromantic. This poem illustrates one big event that made me relize that I don't need to be in a relationship to be happy.
