Naimy looked up at the white popcorn ceiling with an emotionless expression. The lover rocking onto her on his bed is trying not to groan in discomfort to not displease Naimy but she is already displeased. She thought she would like the sexual activity he is performing for her but she does not like it.
She feels numb out of place and wants nothing to do with this sexual activity.
"I might be asexual." She thought. After some time thinking to herself she felt that familiar build up in her abdomen, she knew what was to come and welcomes it half heartily. She pushes her boyfriend off her and sits up straight on his bed. She still feels nothing. No joy, no happiness, no sorrow, just numbness.
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The Truth Untold
PoetryI'm trying to be more honest with myself through my writing, the truth untold. Sometimes we lie to ourselves to protect ourselves but at what cost? Our sanity? I don't want to live my life through lies; I want to live my life through as many truths...
