So much for self respect,
I just wanted to be loved.
What was I, who was I?
A fascination, a trophy, a notch on the bed post
You fool, have you ever looked back and realized that
I am a person with a heart you decided to play with
Do you always think with your genitals?
I’m sorry I didn’t truly love you
I didn’t even love myself until recently
Does my honesty surprise you, it doesn’t me
I am in the process of purging my past experiences
to create better ones.
Dedicated to the six boys I kissed between 1989-2007
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