Phone in hand,
Phone in hand, she contorts herself to make an image worth viewing.
Pout in place,
Pout in place, the photo is saved for eternity.
But at his persistence,
But at his persistence, her resistance
But at his persistence, her resistance becomes
But at his persistence, her resistance becomes d i s t a n t .
Clothing is removed,
Clothing is removed, the camera capturing her loss of innocence and purity.
Succumbing to the lack of maturity,
Succumbing to the lack of maturity, hoping this will give a security that he won't bleed again.
Stomach queasy, knowing she shouldn't be this easy.
But it's his needs,
But it's his needs, or else he won't love me, she thinks.
She continues with this deed, until one fateful evening.
She realized, she was not the only one.
She began deleting, everything and anything.
Erasing the existence of her being.
Phone in hand, she learns two valuable things.
No one is as they seem,
No one is as they seem, and she is no horny boy's toy.
~Author's Note~ This is tough. But I hope others can find comfort in this piece and realize they aren't alone. Tag your own stories with #selfaware, so we can all spread some love. It's time we accept what we hate about ourselves.