You know I love you right?
I know you want to be
Closer to me,
Intimately.
But I can't handle that.
Too many people touched
Me in too many places
And my body
isn't
sacred
anymore.
I don't want you to look at me.
Please stop staring.
Stop touching me please.
I'm not ready and
I don't know if I'll ever be.
I know I dress like a slut
But I just wanna be told
I'm pretty.
Please tell me I'm pretty.
I just want to be loved.
My body is the only thing
That people like about me.
m.r
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