educated virgin

This is a poem I wrote. Kinda self explanatory. I hope it makes you feel really awkward (like maybe how you feel reading poems I wrote about my ex-girlfriend) and that you regret creeping my blog and not leaving comments.

Kidding. I'm kidding. I hope it illuminates a part of my soul that you may be unfamiliar with and that it brings us closer in strange and beautiful ways.

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I’m not a whore,

I’m just an educated virgin,

carrying apple flavoured condoms around in my back pocket,

because you never really know.

you never really know.

and better safe than sorry, right?

Or safer because sex isn’t safe.

What’s safe about baring your whole body,

placing yourself delicately in another’s arms,

for them to break or bend.

tell me

what’s safe about sex?

I am a slut,

AND an educated virgin and you may think

that this is an oxymoron

but I can assure you with my voice,

the one that moans into my pillowcase at night,

that you would be far from accurate,

that my sluttiness exceeds the boundaries of any penis,

and I’d rather be defined by myself than someone’s dick.

I’m not a whore,

but if I was,

I still wouldn’t deserve your judgement.

No, I’m just an educated virgin,

opening my apple flavoured condoms in the park,

curious to know if they actually taste like apples,

or just vaguely sugary latex.

And I’m shoving protection back in my bag

when I realize that I’m sitting in a park,

licking a condom.

Really, Alex?

Really?

I’m just an educated virgin.

For now.