I live for everyone but myself
I live to be used
My body is yours for the taking
Please take advantage me
I'm built to be exploitedI know I'm a slut
I cover my legs now
I wear collars now
I don't lead people on now
I reek of perfectionInhale me
I'm a drug
I'm addictive
I radiate dopamine
I'm made of keroseneI said dumb things as a kid
I didn't know what they meant
I promise I didn't mean to
Daddy meant father to me
Master meant boss to meI'm old
But I was 8 once
I was 11 and then 12 and then 13
I am not an adult
You knew I wasn'tLoving you feels like a relapse
Every part of you is me
When I hated myself
When I intoxicated myself, when I sold myself to whoever would buy meI feel the hands forever
They don't wash away
My bruises healed
My scars have faded
But I know how you made me feelSafe
That's the word
Safe, like your money in a broken wallet
No is not an answer
No is why nobody likes youSo I gave myself
I let you have all of me
I was yours and yours alone
And sometimes I can't help but wish
I was still your favoriteToy
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Short poems, stories, vents, and my life advice
PoetryLate night thoughts, poems, or just vents. The majority of these are created from an intoxicated mind