I\'ve only ever been good for one thing.
I always kind of knew it
Even years in advance.
I always knew my worth would be
Directly correlated
To what I was willing to do.
And I clung to that
After that first time
Even though I said no
Suddenly I had meaning to him
And I\'ve spent my whole life
Chasing that feeling
Knowing that even if my life was
A fucking void
At least
For a few heat filled moments
I meant something to someone.
This is my life
My curves are my salvation
The only thing I have to get anyone\'s attention.
Almost every conversation I have
Is about things people want to do to me
Things they want me to do to them
Their little fantasies
About my lips
My breasts
My body
I live off of it
I live off of the attention
I thrive on those heated
Passionate
Moments
When I
And I alone
Am someone\'s full focus.
But lately it isn\'t like that anymore.
I\'ve been used and discarded
A plaything
Tossed away without a second thought
And I know
I\'m too far gone
To ever matter to anyone
For anything other than that one reason
And now that\'s not even enough.
I\'ve only ever been good for one thing.
And now?
I\'m not even good enough at that.