Faux Lovers

Just for a second,

I wasn’t a sex worker or escort

Just for a second,

I was a regular girl. What they don’t realize is that yes, I am a regular person

It’s unnerving to tell someone new that you’re a sex worker

I’ve refrained from telling someone I’ve just met about my work in order to see if they will accept it once they get to know me better. Rather than telling them before we meet because they may already have a stigma in their head

I want real love too. I want raw emotions and true passion.

Late night smoking and short trips to the gas station.

3am incoherent eyes, deep sighs

Cigarettes ashes, flies. I could love you till the day I die

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