Vent

What I Wish I Could Say

Don't tell me that you love me. You're only hurting yourself.

I am not the person you get into a loving relationship with. I just can't give that to you.

I am not the end goal, and I am merely a stepping stone. Are you bored? Are you in between partners? I can flirt with you. I can kiss you. I can even fuck you. But I can't love you. That's just not my place in the world.

Were you in a bad relationship before? I can train out of whatever bad habits you developed from that experience. Is this your first relationship? Why are you here? I'm not first relationship material. Even still, I can nurture you the best I can so that when you move on from me, you can do so as the best version of yourself.

I'm the person you come to when you want to experiment. When you want to practice, so that you can impress the person that you actually want.

What's all this about you wanting me? That's not right. You shouldn't want me, because you deserve so much better. Surely you're only lying, or perhaps you just don't know. You don't know that I'm a broken down whore. How could you, when I've hidden that part of myself so well?

As I've said, I can train those bad habits out of you. I can teach you how to be a good lover. I can satisfy you in bed. I can lift you out of the mud and clean you up til you shine like new. But don't you dare get attached to me. Because baby, I'm waist deep and still sinking, so you better hop along to the next stone before I take you down with me.