Away, Away

Three years ago,

A girl asked me

(And I know she was a girl, 

because I had to choose

to be allowed in

And I sat there, for four years, 

in the silence)

"Asexual?"

I could feel the grin,

In her words, through a screen

(when my granny asked, if I would

Tell her about my boyfriend,

I said, eugh, men,

More trouble than they're worth

my whole family laughed, and let me go)

"Not all the way"

(No one tells you,

Fear of yourself is festering

And large

Fat, like a monster,

It feeds on you)

"Oh."

(I think about her,

wishing, maybe

I could tell her 

the monster is green

and two letters more) 

All the way, all the way, all the way.