for a lack of love

it’s always love that conquers the villain,
love that transforms the stoical robot.
are aromantics the antagonists, then,
of a story that’s so obsessed with ‘love’?
why is it affection that completes us?
why is romance the end goal?
whatever happened to rest of emotions
that define who we are as people?
i am sick of this tirade
against the lack of love.
go ahead and cling to the red thread
that you so firmly believe connects you
to your soul mate.
go ahead and express your passion
in endless pages of senseless poetry,
and weep of broken hearts
and crooked stitches,
but please don’t dehumanize me;
i am not any less of a person
just because i don’t want to be
in a romantic relationship.
let me embrace this lack of love
in peace.

Advertisements