written for a friend
TW :: Sexual matters
There’s a place where
I keep all of my secrets
where no one sees them
unless I invite them in
I don’t just trust blindly anymore
It’s taken me a long time
to cultivate the courage
to be able to share any
of my secrets with you
I have a closet where
I keep everything that society
considers naughty where I store
all of the things that
society would frown upon
Like the fact that I like to indulge in
intimate relations with a guy friend
that is probably 15 years younger than
I am.
And the fact that I am human, female
and I look at porn. It doesn’t make me
a bad person-
And I refuse to feel that way
Just someone trying to find their
way through the aftermath of
being considered a sexual object
by older men for most of their
childhood.
In my closet are many things good and bad
so many secrets that I don’t know if I
can ever truly share without being
looked down on
like the fact that I was in a submissive
relationship with a man that controlled me
because sometimes, that was the only way
I could respond
Like the years that I was a whore
because that was the only way that I
could relate to men-
It’s not the only way, and honestly it’s
a trite way to cope.
I have a closet that, I’m not sure anyone
else needs to open it
Might not like what you find in there
We all have closets, and hidden spaces and boxes 📦 kept the dark just some are more than or others more taboo. And it’s nice to sometimes be able to shed a light or two and watch them wither away.
I enjoyed reading this a poem, eloquently dealing with matters that some struggle with.
Enjoyed reading 📖