This is a poem about the messy complications of my experience of love as an aromantic person. Is that a The Neighbourhood reference???? [sweater weather album name] <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I love you, I love you, I've said it before And don't get me wrong, I'll say it a million times more. I think you're a great person, and definitely cool. I'm really sorry if this makes you feel like a fool. I'm pretty sure we're on different pages. Our lives are just at different stages. You're so sure, so confident So sure about forever, which is something of which I'm hardly cognizant. You say that you're in love with me, while I'm hardly sure who I want to be. Not that I think you don't mean it, I'm just... I'm not sure that I'm ready to commit. You mean a lot to me, please don't misunderstand... This talk really isn't going the way I had planned. I love you, I really do. Just maybe not the same way as you. I promise it's not you at fault. Sometimes I feel as if my heart is in a vault. No matter how much I want romance, I don't think I'm ready to take that chance. Sometimes I wonder if I'm broken, or maybe if my heart needs something to be awoken. Oftentimes it makes me question my worth, and I really hate to admit how much it hurts. Maybe I'm just scared... scared of love's claws to be ensnared. I shouldn't think of love like that. This is probably something I shouldn't try to combat. Everybody falls in love. At least in movies and books, like something from above. And maybe one day I want to be kissed? yet the simple thought makes my gut twist. I know that it's not just me, that I'm not alone, but I still feel like I have a heart of stone. How can I explain how much to me you mean? My words alone couldn't begin to set the scene. I want to hold your hand Maybe sometimes play in the sand. I desperately want to hang out, laugh and giggle, scream and shout. I have so many things I want to say, I'm afraid it might take all day. I love you, I love you, I've said it before. And please don't worry, I'll say it a million times more. But I think we might be better off as friends. Maybe not, we'll see how it ends. But for now, can we please stay apart? Just for the sake of my poor, poor heart? Maybe one day I'll be ready. I'm sorry that I'm not there already. I hope I didn't lead you on. Had you known this then, would you have gone? You're most certainly something I don't want to lose. Splitting really isn't something I want to choose. I love you, I love you, I've said it before. And even as friends, I'll say it a million times more. I love you I love you I love you I really hope we're not through..
