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Whore
I'm a whore.
But not a "between the sheets" kind of freak.
Love drips from his eyes but being watches is a need.
where there is no one else,
I have nobody to distract me.
From my own opinion on myself.
Faceless strangers seek my attention and it feels good.
The thought of loosing him tears my chest open.
I bleed all over the idea,I no longer watch.
The blood dances across my wrist and thighs.
As I vibe with gravity.
Stars dance across my vision.
Euphoria leaked from my pores,like the chills.
Connect the dots no longer line my skin.
Loneliness creeps in ;the hunt begins,
For attention I know it is fleeting.
I don't want to meet,sext or sleep with him,
but the conversations jump from philosophy,politics,poetry to possibilities.
I'm a whore.
But not in the way you think.