Perhaps it's not so much having sex I worry about, it's the feelings that come attached to it
Wondering whether or not you'll accept me, or if my body is all you want
I don't want to be tossed aside like yesterday's paper, just like old news
I want to be wanted not used, my body is offered in love not lust
My head pounds from the pressure I face, I'm so unsure about this
I may be ready but are my emotions, will you accept me or just my body
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gas station flowers
Poetrycoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
