Love Whore

Dear Holy Mother, how to trust my heart?
With all that I have witnessed and beheld.
To trust a male soul is too much to ask –
The flames burn from withinside my own hell.

He invaded my dreams while strangers consumed me – 
I screamed into the dark whenever I saw his face.
Men I didn’t know entered my room;
With a brief embrace, I let them take his place.

They whispered untrue love into my young ears;
Hope filled my broken heart that they may be him.
For a brief moment, I felt no more fear – 
Released from the endless torment of the truth.

Men tore my clothes for their own sensation – 
My tears flowed over the filth that they sowed.
He didn’t save me from their violation – 
He never saw how much my blood flowed.

He left me a boy to pine and wonder;
I could only hold his hands in my dreams.
Men saw me as just something to plunder – 
I never heard him once say that he loved me.