My body, is not a treasure.
My body, is not a privilege.
My body, is not a thing to be earned.
My virginity, does not define me.
My size, does not make me.
My body, is a diary.
It is a diary, with a lock, and I allowed you to be a key.
I allowed you to explore my secrets and deepest parts of me.
I did not open my diary so that you may gloat.
I did not open it to prove anything.
I was not pressured into such.
I opened myself in hopes that I was a key beyond your body, but, your mind. We shared our diaries together. Only thing was. My diary has chapters. Your diary is a short tale.
YOU ARE READING
Insecurity melody.
PoetryPoems I write when something comes to mind. if you are a female with problems with boys, your body, or mind. this is for you loves. tysvm.
