i thought

the nausea was

how love was

supposed to feel,

because when i told you

i had to go

take a shower,

you’d say “bring me

too” and

my gag reflex

went off,

i thought that’s

what was

supposed to happen.

it turns out

that’s just me,

because i never want

to be touched

or kissed or anything

in any way, no

matter who it is,

and i don’t

want to see women

like that because

i am no creep,

so what do i do,

when you say i would

want that?

because its infuriating

for i never wanna

be like that,

and i can’t tell you

so, because

you wouldn’t believe me.

and i can’t tell him

because he doesn’t know

or care, and

i can’t tell her because

loving anyone

other than the

opposite gender

is apparently

a sin, but

i can’t control it,

this was no choice

of mine.

i can’t tell my parents

because how could

they help?

so all i have

is poetry to save

me from this earth,

maybe one day

i’ll find someone

who knows

the struggles

of an ace