Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug.
When she says yes
It's like a balloon in your chest
raising you to the moon, shooting you through the stratosphere
Or maybe
It's like a canopy of butterflies
wings fluttering to the rhythm of your nerves.
No, it's like fireworks crackling along your skin
little fire delights leaving you giddy and tingling
Or maybe
It's really all three
Indescribable explosions of joy
That you can't quite put words to
Because yes means she cares
She cares she cares she cares
The same way you do
But then-
A kiss
A beautiful thing
or so you've heard
But when it happens
It's just lips against lips
one waxy with chapstick
the other wet and red from nerves
Just lips against lips
and mediocre
Mediocre
Wrong wrong wrongwrongwrong
You're a romantic at heart
A sap
You gobble up the stories
Eager
Thirsting for a story
Where you're swept off your feet
Or maybe instead where you do the sweeping
(It was greed to want both, but you did it anyways)
And now you wonder if that gluttony
Is punishing you now
Because you know what happens in love stories
explosions of emotions
warmth in your gut
fireworks with kisses
Not the mediocrity your kisses share
Which everyone knows are signs of doom
You want her anyways
It scares you
This lack of fireworks
You hear whispers that aren't there
Shadows hissing
wrong wrong wrong
You still want the fireworks
or at least you think you do
No-
You do
To be with her you need those explosions
Bright canopies of-
Desire
If being with her means needing fireworks
You'll try every last match you have
Until something sets them off
Because you want her
More than anything you've ever wanted before
And you never considered they wouldn't be needed
It's only by chance
And luck
Lots and lots of luck
That you discover
It
Ace
Ace ace ace ace ace-
Asexuality
What a beautiful word!
It says those things-
desire
lust
want
All those things you never had
But the stories made vital metaphors for-
It tells you they aren't needed
It's a relief
but terrifying
You don't know how to navigate the night
With no dancing lights to guide you
And you've been setting off sparklers for far too long
Your eyes can't see in the dark
Or even see the helpful moon
But at least those invisible whispers
The wrong wrong wrong
Are drowned out in the gloom
And you know you can brave a dark night
You don't know how she'll react
You fear
It will become about her
Taking a piece of you and making it her flaw
But you know her
Know her kindness
And selflessness
You know she wouldn't-
Or at least
You think she won't
But-
No.
You tell yourself that's unreasonable
And uncharacteristic of her
You try to force it out of your head
You're still scared anyways
After weeks
of gathering every nerve
scraping together every last will
You tell her
It's a bumble of words
Jumbled and stuttered
Clunky
Because your night is still dark
And your eyes have no light
You stumble
But she catches you
Smiles
Tells you it's alright
Because she wants you
Not the fireworks
You
And its like that first "Yes"
the whirl of butterflies
the scream of balloons
the crackles of excitement
Because she loves you
And you love her
And no matter how nice
You don't need the fireworks
Especially not
When they drown out the moonlight
AN: I freely admit I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to poetry but I kinda like how this came out regardless lol. Since the thing is pretty much designed to work for any pairing so long as the narrator is asexual and has a girlfriend, I just tagged two of the pairings I was thinking about when writing it.