You don’t care about the beauty spots on my right cheek that make a perfect triangle
You don’t care about the creases under my eyes when I smile
You don’t care about how I take my tea, 2 sugars no milk
You don’t care that my balance is a little bit off when I walk
You don’t care that I’m still scared of the dark
You don’t care about my middle back birthmark
You don’t care that I can only fall asleep on my left side
You don’t even care about what music I like
What you do care about is seeing me naked
Like you haven’t touched a woman in ages
Like you can’t survive unless you put your hands on me
Is that all you want to see?
Me falling to my knees just to please you?
Did you even care to ask if I want this too?
No.
Because all I am is a toy to you, some entertainment for when you’re bored
Bored of being lonely
But you barely even know me
In fact, you know absolutely nothing about me
Yet you still want to undress me, touch me, feel me
I hope that one day you can open your eyes to see
See that just like you, I’m a person too.
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Author:
Steph (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Brilliant writing
Read a few times already
Very raw from a talented pen
Thank you!
I never knew I was so uncaring to ya! lol.
This is so deep. As I read it, I was screaming in my head. Loving the undertone. Bravo!! 👏
Thank you! However, it is quite a shame that you can relate 🥲
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