purity

a boy thats too good for me

you are too pure for me. you insist on giving me my own bed, you don't lust over my body or the thought of me and you. you cherish me, and somehow it feels like rejection. I am only used to being loved for my curves, my devious eyes, my curious hands. I am conditioned to crave the wrong attention. I'm sorry if I get upset with you, only because you are respecting me. I don't know how to handle respect. boys are usually thinking of me naked before they even know my middle name. I don't even know who I am when I am around men. I feel like the only thing that I have to offer is my body. I don't have a personality that I think is worth sharing, only because no man has ever said to me, "let me hear about your dreams." oh my god, please ask me about my dreams.

Author's Note

this is a piece from my journal, and is very personal to me. please leave thoughts, reviews, anything. all of my writing is very dear to my heart, so please respect it.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

I don't know much about purity, lust, respect and all those other vices and virtues that end up in diary pages. Oh, I know, I just don't care all that much. What I do know is fearless writing. This seems fearless to me, so you either have courage or writing skill. Thanks for sharing.

[Chare]

You are showing more personality than you think you have