Forbidden Treasure

He could have scratched his itchWith one of the many women in this worldWho justifiably enjoy casual sex.Instead, he thought it would be more funTo see if he could breakThe heart of a demisexual. Now, I am at the centre of his debate;Of whether he loved meOr merely lusted over my body.I regret that I

Breathing Memories

Now you’re gone,People keep on telling meThere are many more fish in the sea!You deserve a man who treats you right!He is sat out there somewhere,Waiting for you,Go find him! Have fun! I appreciate the thought butNo thank you. For now,I want to sit on the benchOutside the train stationWhere I first held youAnd sit

Shameful Valentine

He published a love poem on Valentine’s DayTo his One,The Creator of the Universe.He wrote about lust and darknessAnd I knewMy body was burned on his brainWhen he wrote it. It wasn’t a shock.In the cracks of his voice, I could tellI was his dirty secret.Never staying the night,Stealing an hour here or there with