for years, i gave myself to many people.
lonely nights of wanting to just be wanted.
in my most vulnerable state,
i let them see me.

i met you and i felt the stars again.
your skin was soft and you told me that my broken beating heart wasn't meant to be like that.
those sweet words,
i knew what that meant.
i showed myself to him but he told me,
"you don't have to do that".
there was so secret intentions to the words that made my heart warm.