Adventura, Poetry
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Body

Don’t look at me like that.
Don’t call me goddess,
I am not your god,
I am not to be worshipped.

Don’t make a shrine out of my body
and expect me to change you, save you.

I am just a girl.
I am just a girl.

I can’t save you any more than I can save myself.

My body is just a body
and it may heal you temporarily
but don’t assume that it is now your guide.

I am just a girl
and this is just a body
and I can’t offer you much else than that.

Don’t pin me to your cloudless daydreams
and expect that I now live up to them.
My pussy is not made of magic
and sex is supposed to feel this good.

I can’t give any more than this body is capable.
I love more than this body is capable
and it almost kills me every time.

I don’t want to let you down,
you can treat my body like battleground.

But please don’t look at me like that.

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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