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?




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.

  • Author: Steph (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2023 12:16
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 10
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  • peto

    Brilliant writing
    Read a few times already
    Very raw from a talented pen

  • orchidee

    I never knew I was so uncaring to ya! lol.

  • LIZ

    This is so deep. As I read it, I was screaming in my head. Loving the undertone. Bravo!! 👏

    • stephwrites

      Thank you! However, it is quite a shame that you can relate 🥲

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