"I love you."
"I want you."
Those are the words that tore down my guard,
Because of them I am left scarred.
You asked for a picture,
You asked for me.
And at a request that was brand new to my insecure mind,
I thought delivering them was the only way to keep you tied.
I'd never had a boy want to see,
Not once had anyone seemed so sincere.
You didn't make seem that you just wanted sex,
But now I realize, you're just like the rest.
I let you view me and touch me,
In hope to seize your love.
Letting go of my last drop of purity and privacy,
Causing me to spiral further into self hate, lifelessly.
"WHORE"
"SLUT"
Are their words true?
Am I horrible person for giving in to you "just being a boy" no matter what you do?!
Was it my actions that caused this?
The simple desire for your kiss?
You broke through where no one else was ever let,
Made me feel beautiful, wanted, then left me a lone silhouette.
How will I love again?
How can I trust anyone to be true?
I gave you all that I had,
So you wouldn't leave, but it was a trap.
My body is mine.
My body was used.
Because a boy wanted some pleasure?
So, I am telling you: YOUR BODY IS A TREASURE.
To feel wanted like you belong?
To feel loved like your mother should've?
Just hold on, it'll come, and when it does they will want you for all the greatness that you are,
Not just to fuck, but for your beautiful soul, your wanted to dreams, your loved laughter, who you are within your mind.
