I’m a virgin
In more ways than one
But I feel you have
Taken advantage
Of my desire for you.
I let you into
The secret corners
Of my mind, my body,
Places no one has
Ever trespassed
I wish you’d stop
Accepting
My lust-traced invitations,
Adorned with
Masks of warped identities.
I was only
Out to seek your approval
As if in receiving it
The mirror would
Forgive me as well.
But you had to
Scratch me from
Your memory
With diligence,
Yet with too much ease.
Now I find my pleasure in pain
Though I should know
Better by now
That each tiny flash of you
Is followed by a surge of tears.
My nakedness
Leaves you unfazed
Not realizing how
Unsettled it makes me
For months afterwards.
I always knew I was only
Building myself
Up for disappointment.
I’m so tired of
Surrendering myself to you.