female anatomy
its hard to feel my body ache when my lips quiver under the pressure of yours. and its hard to ignore the part of my anatomy that begins to throb everytime i feel your body. and every time my nose touches your neck and all i can smell is your cologne mixed with your phermones, my mind becomes drunk with stupidity. and every time i have to pretend im nothing to you my insides start decaying. everytime i witness some female her running game and all i can do is smile (while she thrusts her tiny perfect hips inches from your torso) i feel a shard of glass wedge itself into my throat... its the words im holding back and they're centimeters from my aorta. im beginning to wonder if this job is worth it, if your even worth any of this, or if im worth anything to you. yet i force myself to stay because the felmale part of my brain refuses to accept any feelings over the words you just burried them with. but im the one who handed you the shovel and engraved it with my name...