Love is
A free verse poem about my unique perspective on love as a person wrestling with aromanticism.
Love is
chocolate cake,
green walls,
full bookshelves,
a new dress;
Love is
my brother’s smile,
my sister’s hugs,
car rides with my mom,
talking math with my dad;
Love is
holding hands,
his eyes,
a soft caress;
Or, at least I wish it was.
Romantic love has never come easy to me.
I don’t float down a lazy river; I brave the stormy, deep, treacherous rapids of my consciousness.
I spend more of my waking – and sleeping – hours than I care to admit with a paddle, desperately forging upriver, praying that there’s an eye to the storm, a moment of peace in which it is clear that I can and do love someone like that.
But every time I think I’m close, the undertow grabs hold of me
and I fall
deep
I’m drowning in emotions I can’t understand
no matter how hard I try, I can’t beat the current
why haven’t I gotten anywhere
almost like I never moved
I’m exhausted, and all I want is for this nightmare to end
And then
I’m on the rocky shore
alive
still breathing
surrounded by my friends and family and all the chocolate cake I could ever want.
They showed up. For me. They saved me.
And then the tears fall like rain.
Maybe one day I’ll find the eye of the storm. Or maybe I won’t.
But love is those who volunteer to brave your rapids with you, because they know how painful it is on your own.
I love my crew, and one day soon I’ll realize they’re enough for me.
I see the waters calming already.
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