Desired

You don't see a problem. With open eyes you see nothing. You are oblivious to how broken I am and the cracks that splinter. You sigh. You're tired of this same conversation. Tired of my mouth. This smart mouth is only useful wrapped around the only part of you that you think makes you a man. Left again melting in my hand. Hooray. I have completely changed for you. For your plain vanilla embrace. I have given up bdsm for this prison without chains. I am bored. I am tired. I'm so f****** sick of not feeling desired. You don't see a problem. When my eyes are closed I don't see one either.