A Different Way Of Love
A Poem About Being AroAce
You're all looking for a person to hold your hand
For someone to share your life with every day
Someone who will write your name in the sand
And will love you in every single way
I want people to share my life with, too
People to have fun with every day
So partly I want the same things than you
But I want them in a different way
I don't want to kiss or share a bed
There's things I just wanna do alone
But accepting that makes some people mad
Because how dare I be happy on my own?
I just haven't found the right person, they say
Because that's just what it has to be
They don't see that there's another way
But what if the right person for me is me?
No I dont wanna make out with you, boy
And people at parties think they can tell
Even if I tell them why it's nothing I enjoy
It must be because I just don't kiss very well
And some of your friends might think you're cold
Because you're not able to fall in love
I wish they didn't need to be told
Everything that I told you above
How can I be cold if all I need
Is for you to tell me you love me?
I need affection as well, indeed
And I really wish that you could see
That I don't love less,
Just not in the same way
And I wish you wouldn't assess
The way I love every single day
They way I love my friends
Who are always there for me
Whose Love means more to me than any man's
Could ever be important to me
Sometimes it hurts to know
That they still need more
That the kind of love I can show
Is not all they are wishing for
Something that stands above a friend
Something that a friend can't give
While for me that connection is a dead-end
So if I don't have a partner, then what if?
What if I'll be alone later in life
Because people will see their friends less and less
Because they only spend time with their husband or wife
And a good friend is not so important to possess?
I don't know how it's gonna be one day
Living while being the way I am
But I'm certain that I'm gonna find a way
To be happy and to not give a damn
About what people might say about me
That I'm cold or naive or I just can't kiss
Because I don't need them to see
That there's nothing in life that I miss
All you need is love
That for sure is true
But for me
That means something else than for you
And whatever you think and say out loud
I'm not afraid to say
I'm proud to tell the world
That I feel love a different way
About the Creator
Sonja Vogdt
Hi, I‘m Sunny, 25, from Germany.
Writing has always been my passion, but especially since I've discovered writing YA books in English.
I enjoy writing and reading short stories on vocal, too. It's a great inspiration!
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Comments (1)
I resonate with every word of this, though I am not asexual. I am aromantic in a world that doesn’t believe women can be that way. Thank you for writing this so eloquently.