one name.

Just because it has one name

Does not make all love the same

I once tried to play that game

But in time, resentment came

I stared in the mirror feeling nothing but shame

Angry and hurt and only me to blame

But the picture was too small

I needed a bigger frame

To find my own kind of love

To burn my own flame

To cast a wider net

And widen the scope of my aim

Now I see myself, my aroace self,

And I can break free from the claim

That what every human wants

is to love the same.