these boys think us women are objects.
they ask for pictures of our body to fulfill these horny emotions.
treating me like an object that should only be used to fuck around with,
fulfilling their horny thoughts.
asking for pictures of my body parts to masturbate with,
secretly imagining it's me their having sex with.
it's like being sold for each part of ones body.
my so called lover asks for my parts over and over,
wishing to see my naked limbs.
I refused and refused,
apologizing for not being enough,
for not being "fun" enough to send,
I gave in.
sending him parts of my body,
that I had once refused to ever do.
I had always told him to wait.
while he told me it was okay, I didn't think it was.
yet,
he asked over and over every once in a while.
pretending to joke,
I knew he wasn't.
I gave in.
he praised me for my body,
saying how beautiful it is.
but he may have never noticed I had done it to secure his love for me.
to secure,
that he wouldn't let me go.
to secure,
that he would still love me.
to secure,
so he thought my body was enough for him to love me,
and stay.
I'm being sold for parts,
to be enough.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
