Whore. ( A Poem About Sex Addiction) – Part Two

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I don’t even know why I fucked you.

Why I played the role of a mistress, for someone who I knew would never, ever commit to me.

I don’t even know why I loved you. Or, was it lust that I felt?

I’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing something that belonged to me and only me.

So, after a while, you pretend…you come up with shit

you get comfortable……..

I don’t even know why I wasted my time. Year after year of, fucking and sucking so many penises….I don’t even remember the names

you might laugh, but at night, sometimes, I contemplate

suicide.

I treat my body like trash – do I believe that I am a queen

or have I accepted my created reality that I am NOTHING?

I don’t know…..

I don’t even know why I fucked you,

but I know that I am tired of fucking myself

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