It turns out that I am a whore.
No, not just for you
As you used to say.
But for anyone who wants me
Because you do not.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Someone. (I Hope You Read This.)
Poetrysometimes a child becomes too damaged to fix.
III. The Self Destruction XII
It turns out that I am a whore.
No, not just for you
As you used to say.
But for anyone who wants me
Because you do not.
