The Exposure of a Whore Only To Sham Yourself

See it’s easy to say I liked a whore

not your typical slut

nope she’s was actually a little bit more

cuz instead of dicks she sought attention but

the problem wasn’t that she was a whore

it was the fact she knew herself

unrequited love I swore so my heart on my sleeve I wore

is she to blame or me for liking her for what I hated most myself

obviously I’m saying she’s a attention whore

she didn’t get emotional pleasure in the act of sex

yet the gleeful, lustful eyes she couldn’t ignore

for emotionally her heart bleeds, pleads, and begs

I’m not saying it’s a shame I liked a whore

only that as I fell too deep in the hole

I find that I could never hate her or

rather my spirit and will laid tastefully stole

yet peace I may find, for in my mind I let go

if only my emotions would find themselves in line

to discover only a vicious cycle so

all it takes is nine different signs to know I’m not fine