a 19-year-old virgin,
i am broken because
the cover of ‘Cosmo’ says
“20 tips for the best sex ever"
and instead of it sparking
curiosity, i cringe.a 19-year-old something–
something that i’m not quite
sure of yet–
i am broken because i am the only one
in my group of friends
who hasn’t given a blow job,
i am the only one who doesn’t understand
what ‘horny’ feels like.a 19-year-old something:
something i am growing to hate and
to be embarrassed of
i am broken because the words
on the magazines don’t talk about
soul mates or "20 tips for the best
heart-to-heart 3-am pillow fort
conversations with your partner
ever."
instead of wanting what is sold,
i am longing for something that doesn’t
seem to exist.a 19-year-old someone
who has learned that
words can steal the roof off your home
and leave you
exposed
i am broken because
they can pull you apart,
they can dissect you and stick you
under a microscope,
they can make you feel less than
whole.a 20-year old demisexual,
i am learning
i am not broken because
ten letters can be the foundation
of a home, a family,
to knowing you are not
alone.
ten letters can help you
find yourself.
for people who say labels are stupid: i want you to understand why sometimes they aren’t // a.s.m
Silenticel 