I'm your bug

creepy crawly love poem (kinda?) and a small note about unmasking

I crawl into your heart. Make my home in your comfort.

A dirty little crawler that burrows into your love. A harmless little creature.

Don’t crush me, don’t stomp me out. Throw me into your garden.

Show me your beautiful flowers, I’ll bask in your beautiful memories.

I’ll pollinate so you can grow, I’ll watch you thrive. I’ll love the ecosystem that surrounds you.

Let me adore your natural presence.

“On Rosie's red lips
Your love was crimson”

—Aurora Sage

Growing up, I loved bugs. I used to play with worms on the playground. I think a lot about how much I loved little creatures. I think as I’ve aged and masked as an autistic person, I’ve lost sight of my love for the unloved. The small creepy things I use to strongly identify with. I am so connected with the weird nature; it calls to me. I want to embrace the weird, whimsical world around me. I want to engage with the world the way I use to. I think as neurodivergent folks that is our divine right; to unveil our true selves in a world that has demanded we hide. If you’re seeing this I beg you, to get stranger, be yourself! The world needs more unique beauty!