Fuck for a buck with a little luck. Is that what my life has been reduced too? I have to take a little blue pill just to make it cum true. Not that I haven’t done it before!

I feel like that is all that is left. Transactional sex. Not love. I never really tried though did I. Scared and with scars. My mom still holds out hope. I don’t think it will happen and by thinking that way it won’t

I have love in my life. From friends and family, but I still yearn for the touch and caress of a lover. I am afraid that ship has sailed and it’s not coming back.