07/16/2024 — Negative
03/04/2024 — Negative
10/09/2023 — Negative…
And it keeps fucking going.
All negative. Again. And again.
He knows what he’s doing.
He runs diagnostics on his body
as if it’s a machine built to please,
thinking as long as he’s responsible,
he can keep having what he wants,
keep touching,
eating,
fucking who he wants,
and not feel guilty about it.
Three hundred...
The number of his body count.
And the number of songs stripped from me.
It's ironic, really.
He gives skin, I give sound.
He gives pleasure, I give pain.
Both used 'til empty.
Both end with someone else
taking the best part of us.
Both consumed and forgotten?—
just in different ways.
Did any of them mean anything to you?
Do I mean anything to you?
Are you desensitized by now?
Can you stop? Can I trust you?
What do you want from me?Why me?
