Many Men, Many Times

How many men have touched your naked body? How many men have been deeply infatuated with you while you two were intimate? But when he is no longer inside of you, you are no longer inside of his head. How many men have you let do that to you? Where they beg at your feet for you to allow them to come inside? Come inside. How many times have you left their house at 2 am, wondering if what you had just done was worth it? How many mirrors have you avoided that day because you were too ashamed to look at yourself? How many lies did you tell yourself, saying it didn’t matter, saying that you were safe, saying that you were not lost? How many lies did he tell you, saying you were great, saying he wants you to stay, saying that you meant something? The answer is infinite. 

How many men have touched your naked soul? How many men have been deeply infatuated with you while you were talking about your day? And even when you’re not talking, he still listens. How many men have you let do that to you? Where they kiss your feet, desperate to make you smile? How many times have you fallen asleep in their arms, waking up at 2am just to realize how lucky you are? How many times have you caught yourself smiling whenever you see your reflection, just because you feel happy? How many times did you tell yourself, saying that you were happy, saying that you were grateful, saying that you feel peace? How many times did he tell you that you were great, that he wanted you to stay, that you meant something to him? The answer is zero.