Whore

Eventually they all
call me a whore.

(If they ever knew
anything about me
they’d know how
ridiculous that is).

Is this what love is, then?

When I’m less afraid
of the way I feel or
my need to show it.

When you’re too lost
in your own short-
comings to let me.

I keep thinking
the next one won’t
misunderstand me so
but eventually every
single one of them
ends up calling
me a whore.
~11/21/13

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