Aro Poetry - Tumblr Posts

nyrhtak04

1 year ago

“I want you.” <- platonically

“I want to hold you close, feeling both protective and protected, while nothing of the world exists but us.” <- platonically

“I want to share my darkest secrets with you, and make them lighter through the telling.” <- platonically

“I want to entwine our souls like Borromean rings - never chained, yet securely linked.” <- platonically

“I want to be there for your worst days, and celebrate your best.” <- platonically

“I want to admire your soul like the artwork it is.” <- platonically

“I want to love you.” <- platonically

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thefemininerage

1 year ago

a screenshot of text reading:
every definition of aromantic that i see hinges on the phrase
“doesn’t feel”. doesn’t have. doesn’t love. doesn’t experience.
i find it strange. i find that it sits odd in my chest.
when i think of my aromanticism i can only think
of the sheer breadth of the world it opens to me.
it’s not a lack. what it is, instead, is an explosion of frameworks
that lets me see things, feel things, for what they really are:
a million different emotions, an infinite universe of love,
of not-love, of things that defy the label of love entirely,
of feeling, raw and real and unconfined.
when people can only understand a language of lacking,
i feel sort of sad, but not for myself:
it’s a shame that people don’t have access to a world
where your experience, your understanding, your life,
is not defined by what you have or don’t have
but by the infinite, vibrant possibilities open to you.
it’s a shame that people can’t see the exhilarant beauty
of a world where you are completely and totally free.

an aromantic person is someone who (fill in the blank here) // april 10 2024

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apocalypsewriters

2 years ago

Aro Week Poetry

Sometimes I feel sad and alone And a part of me likes to repeat, "Well, you'll never be happy If you won't fall in love." Because books told me that And movies told me that And wouldn't that make sense? But then another part, A quieter part, Reminds me that we've been here before Listened to that voice before And we always end up right back Exactly where we started But deeper sadder lonelier It asks me if I remember How terrified our veins flowed How our blood thickened How we ceased to breathe It asks me how I can expect My heart to continue to beat When I continue to bleed it dry It asks me if this is really The path I want to travel Again (And I ask the voice If it will still be here When we return And it tells me yes)

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