sometimes i wonder how it feels like to love someone.
i loved someone once... and they stole my vulnerability.
ever since i completely shut that door... pushing love away.
now i'm just someone who lusts and i'm really good at it.
being lustful protects me from the truth.
i hate being lustful but i can't help it... i can't stop now.
i'm too good at it.
i'm too good at lying.
i'm too good at pretending to be somebody i'm not.
and they love it too; all the men who see my naked body, my sweet face, and listen to my kind and almost truth telling-like sweet words.
how could i give that up?
being lustful is my image.
my legacy