i am not the girl guy's go for.
not for a relationship.
not for a fling.
but for a night of companionship.
and i crave for attention, but I fear losing my morality.
so instead i send them teaser pics
to feel worth it for the five seconds it takes for them to ******* to it.
many times though i crave to feel their hands
roaming my body
showing me love for the night.
and i should feel sad that this is the way i receive validation,
but instead all i feel is numb.
this poem is no way shaming anyone for their sexuality but instead reflecting on the ideologies that have been drilled into my head from a young age.