Now a days, men want a piece of you.
Just a piece though, why would they want the whole thing?
To know you, to love you, to cherish you, why would they need that when all they need is to be inside of you?
And I always think to myself that it's okay to let myself have some fun, to let myself explore, and to embrace being open and free.

But when I come home, when I'm alone at night, that's when I wonder if it's really worth it.
Why should I let them get what they want? Let them in, let them have some fun, let them win?

Why do I waste my time, waste my body, waste my soul, on men who wouldn't care if I dropped dead tomorrow?