I'd feel better if you knew the real me,
the ***** inside who only wants to show
herself to online
freaks.

Society wants me to show my ***, to feel carefree.
I liked the attention, after all, my daddy never gave me
any.

But, you respect me and my body.
Its confusing, what about my hands?
They wish to feel you, to feel myself.
But, instead we sit on your bed and listen
to vinyl and not to the sounds I wish to
hear you moan out loud.

My fingertips move towards you
and you could push me away.
I'd say "oh baby, don't be like that".
and you'd muster a giggle.
But, the thing you don't know is that
I am forever broken
and I can never be
repaired.

No amount of vinyl or moans could
fix the part of me that he broke--
my heart.

Maybe I'm too sexualized,
and maybe I'll always be this way,
but at least I'm somehow okay,
right?

I've started realizing that life is short-
and I am not ok with that.
I want to make history,
to be loved and known widely and deeply,
is that too much to ask for?

I'm a ***** for you, truth be told.
But, maybe you have also brought out the
deepest part of my soul that I
never ever believed still
existed.

I'm a ***** with my eyes,
my lips,
my hands,
and my heart,
and my mind,
and my soul.
Everything I am belongs to you
for as long as I may live.