you think i'm empty.
a broken code.
a ***** a waste
of human skin.
you say,
i'm too pretty
to be like this.
this isn't a choice.
i feel too much
for there to be space
for what you call
lust.
you don't need an apology.
no one does.
my brain is not a crime scene
for you to investigate,
neither is my heart.
you may think me cold
but you've never seen
the bonfire,
always kindling,
for the ones i keep close.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
you think i'm empty.
a broken code.
a ***** a waste
of human skin.
you say,
i'm too pretty
to be like this.
this isn't a choice.
i feel too much
for there to be space
for what you call
lust.
you don't need an apology.
no one does.
my brain is not a crime scene
for you to investigate,
neither is my heart.
you may think me cold
but you've never seen
the bonfire,
always kindling,
for the ones i keep close.
this one is about asexuality.
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